As I reminded myself on what led up to this point I lost contact to the surrounding area. My obliviousness was also picked up on by my pursuer.
This strange little girl was sitting in the familiar mud of my realm, with her bloody back nestled cautiously on the rugged bark she is using to hide herself. Her soft eyelids were delicately held shut.
She was unlike any other survivor I had ever seen; Her elegant (h/c) hair was glistening in the dull moonlight, her (f/c) top was slowly being painted a pale crimson, the pale jeans she wore were tattered and smeared with the black mud of the forest.
I felt my face warm up despite the cold breeze.
What is this strange feeling?
As I kept observing her I heard the all to familiar whisper of the entity, knowing my obligation I had to fufill I stood up to ready my hatchet.
I was about to throw it before I noticed her eyelids fluttered open, oblivious to the outside world for a period. Upon seeing her beautiful (e/c) eyes, I accidentally threw my hatchet to high. she came to immediately after I missed, with a look of horror and fear in her eyes as she scarpered in panic.
How did I miss, why am I relived that I did and why is my face warm but my body is freezing? I followed the footsteps in the mud as I heard a yell then followed by a hissing noise in the back of my head. I knew I had displeased the entity.
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I heard a loud sound. THWACK. I immediately realised what I was doing. Upon seeing the imposing silhouette of my attacker, I ran in a random direction unaware of where I was going.
After a good 30 seconds of running I felt my legs starting to fail me
NO, NO, NO! NOT NOW, NOT AFTER MY LUCKY BREAK!"
I yelled at the top of my lungs, without a care if the pretty woman came after me again. Wait did I just think that? No i didn't, I think that. Ugh where can I leave? After walking for a second more I heard a faint whooshing sound l, beconing me to it. I walked closer towards the source with my ears and eyes being covered in a whooshing sound and faint black smoke.
After a few more seconds of walking I encountered a rusty and molted hatch, of which I could only hope for an escape. Islington any doubts in my mind away jumped into the murky darkness of it.
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(Translation for you non cosmic beings :p)
So my new food source and my "ruthless" hunter are attracted to each other? Well this could generate a more powerful form of sustenance to me, I'll let their "love" play out.
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taming the beast (female reader x huntress)Random
y/n was freshly trapped in the entity's realm with no memory of getting there. even though her life is in forever limbo, her first trial was a heartthrobbing (as much as being chased to death can be) experience, with her attacker perhaps feeling the...