Hole in the Snowbank

     The branches are whipping at my face as I run full speed, dodging trees in a split second, which is all it takes for me to hit one. At this speed, it would kill a normal human, but that's just not who I am. As I run, the snowy trees are a blur, but I'm still not fast enough to out run them. I knew they were coming for me, it was only a matter of when. But why now? They've overlooked me up till now, finding immediate threats. Why now?
     I hear a branch crack and snap, which pulls me out of my thoughts to the situation at hand. My eyes dart around, looking for the tallest tree here. When I spot a good one, I put on a tiny burst of speed and jump with all I have, grabbing a branch at least halfway up the tree. I stay hidden for several heartbeats, judging if they tracked me up into the tree. When I was sure I was relatively safe, I tensed my muscles, coiling them like I spring and taking off like a bird.
     But without a window or tunnel open, there's little or no magic to tap into, and I can't exactly fly. I land with a muted thud in the soft powder, staying a crouch, not moving a muscle, preparing for a fight to the death. But when I'm not shot to a bloody pulp in the snow, I take off running, as stealthily as I can, trying not to attract attention.
     It was all I could do not to scream when I fell the black, hole in the ground to the depths of the earth.

Iska

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     You start your day out normally, blissfully unaware of what is to come. You feel a slight pressure on your mind, and the more you try to ignore it, the more if fights back, trying to smother you. Just as you think you have it defeated, you feel it tense up, as if it were an animal getting ready to pounce on it's prey, and surges up around your mind, trying to smother it. There's no time to fight back; without even thinking about it you snap up barriers around your mind, trying to block the mental attack. You're dimly aware that you have stumbled, and you're bleeding. You can feel it slithering around the barriers, trying to find a crack or chink in your mental armor that it can use. Because you aren't trained in keeping your mind secure, it's not that hard for the mental probe. You can feel it pulling your barriers apart, slithering in the cracks. You try to protect yourself. The last thing you feel is the completely alien mind of your attacker, very different and vaster than your own, then, suddenly, another presence; also very alien and vast, but you sense no mal intent from it. Fighting your attacker. Then you collapse, and black out.


      When you wake up, you find yourself in a dark room, and you feel the body heat radiating from someone beside you. The person seems to be a female, with human appearance. She is very tall, with dark skin, like an aboriginal, and although she has long but spiky white hair, the rest of her has the appearance of being in her mid-teens. She is wearing a dark cloak, covering whatever she is wearing, but you can tell that she is very fit, and has lean, strong muscles. When the hear you stirring, she sits up straight, and looks right in your eyes. She has piercing silver eyes, tinged with light blue and a ring of dark blue on the outer edges of them. "I see your are conscious," She notes, with a deep but smooth voice, and lots of just authority. "How do you feel?"
     All you can manage is a groan. "Arrng..."
     "Well," She says, taking something out of her pocket and starts writing on it while she talks, not taking her eyes off you. "If you would like to join, you'll need to put this down." She puts the paper in your hand, and gets up to leave. She's halfway through the door when she pauses and says, "We are the Cacciatori." And leaves. You're exhausted, and fall asleep, her words filling and whirling around your mind like a sandstorm.

     When you wake up, you open the paper to find:

If you want to join the Cacciatori, you'll need to tell us:

Name:

Age: (in whatever units of time you count them in)

Species:

Description: (Personality)

Favoured Weapon(s): (If you have any)

Picture: (digital art if possible, in not, manga/anime will work)

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    Yo,

I need some people to help, play characters, that kinda stuff... :P

If you wanna join, here's what you need:

Name:
Age:
Species:
Personality:
Pic:
Appearance: (just in case, this is optional)
You can also put a theme song too, if you want.

Thanks, 

Later. :D

     It was a quiet night. I was staring at the stars. Listening and sensing for danger. But my thoughts were elsewhere. What will happen in the future. The other people on guard duty. Their future. That was what I was wrapped up in when the screaming started. Crackling in the air-- Magic. Bloodcurdling death screams. Filled with the agony and terror of Death. A window.
    I touched my throat with a couple fingers and said "Ninatia!" A Demon was behind her. It had a body like a lion. A head like an ant. It oozed thick yellow-coloured slime from various cracks in its body. Writhing snakes as tails. In a second it had crossed the 100 metres to Ninatia and took her in its jaws. She screamed and struggled, tried to kick or punch it in one of its dozens of eyes. To no avail. Even while she struggled against the lion-ant Demon, it kept squeezing its pincer around her waist tighter. Ninatia's eyes bulged, she let out a small gasp, and then her legs fell. Blood everywhere. Then the other half of her body dropped to the ground. The Demon had cut her in half. And now it was drooling onto her. Her flesh started to bubble. The Demon stuck out a straw-like tongue, and started slurping the now melted flesh of my friend.
     Similar things were happening to many other people. Seven-headed green Demons, like centipedes, with blades for legs. A Demon that looked like a literally spider monkey. It spit balls of flame. One nearly hit me. It whistled by my left ear, and I could hear the flames crackling.
     I could hear the screams of the dying. I could hear their wishes. Their thoughts. Their future.

     My name is Lièrén. This is my story.