The damp foliage clings to him with needy brushes that only annoy rather than impede. Thick underbrush like this wasn’t a far cry from the forests of Earth but they were far less soaked than the Venusian woods that he found himself in for the week’s patrolling. The greenery was almost enough to suffocate his senses and HUD if not for the tinkering that he had done to cut down on natural interference. Better yet he wouldn’t trade this for the Maat Mons bulk that had flooded the work boards when he had gone searching for a change of pace. Regardless thankfully he had made the proper preparations so that he wouldn’t feel as though he was slogging his way through the place and creating more of a fuss than was necessary. The same couldn’t be said of the fireteam that had stopped him when he first transmatted in at the base of the forest.
The titan had been rather vocal on the effort that the forest could demand on any that dared to trek through its depths. However the hunter had been caught in his curiosity by a warlock that muttered of creatures within the living expanse. Warnings given to him of creatures that could change their shape and mess with a guardian’s mind if given the chance. Ones that could feed upon desires if not kept in check. That they could grow stronger if allowed to be fed upon and spell disaster no matter the brief bliss that could be offered in return.
Ahamkara, the warlock named them. Akin to the dragons of ages long past but infinitely more cunning and dangerous. Renders of reality.
Matthieu hardly expected to be graced with such a creature’s appearance what with them being nothing more than stories shared late at night by guardians far older than him. He wasn’t as interesting or rather appetizing in this case. Not compared to those that had been on dozens of strikes against the city’s enemies or lived through the dark ages. No he was mostly one that did recoveries and check ups within known territory. A hunter far more comfortable helping the city than seeking some far fetched glory.
His quarry for now was simply a skiff of House Winter Fallen that buried themselves deep within the rainforest. More than likely squirreling away dozens of Golden Age artifacts and armaments from intel gleaned from teams passing through. That means a lot of hiking to be undertaken without hopefully alerting the Fallen prematurely.
Besides if he sometimes gets lost in the wildness of the place, no one can blame him. One of the perks of running solo. He can take in all that surrounds him and appreciate the peacefulness of it.
At least until he finally has to get down to business sooner rather than later.
The titan had been rather vocal on the effort that the forest could demand on any that dared to trek through its depths. However the hunter had been caught in his curiosity by a warlock that muttered of creatures within the living expanse. Warnings given to him of creatures that could change their shape and mess with a guardian’s mind if given the chance. Ones that could feed upon desires if not kept in check. That they could grow stronger if allowed to be fed upon and spell disaster no matter the brief bliss that could be offered in return.
Ahamkara, the warlock named them. Akin to the dragons of ages long past but infinitely more cunning and dangerous. Renders of reality.
Matthieu hardly expected to be graced with such a creature’s appearance what with them being nothing more than stories shared late at night by guardians far older than him. He wasn’t as interesting or rather appetizing in this case. Not compared to those that had been on dozens of strikes against the city’s enemies or lived through the dark ages. No he was mostly one that did recoveries and check ups within known territory. A hunter far more comfortable helping the city than seeking some far fetched glory.
His quarry for now was simply a skiff of House Winter Fallen that buried themselves deep within the rainforest. More than likely squirreling away dozens of Golden Age artifacts and armaments from intel gleaned from teams passing through. That means a lot of hiking to be undertaken without hopefully alerting the Fallen prematurely.
Besides if he sometimes gets lost in the wildness of the place, no one can blame him. One of the perks of running solo. He can take in all that surrounds him and appreciate the peacefulness of it.
At least until he finally has to get down to business sooner rather than later.
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Date: 2019-07-25 02:44 am (UTC)From:Who ever said that I was going to kill you, little Guardian mine?
Honestly, he's not uncertain that he could; he has before. But there's something about being accused like that that's honestly amusing. Really, did all Guardians assume that his kind were so brutish? While certainly they had gained a reputation, that didn't mean that it was entirely true. If anything, he's far more content to play with his prey right now, because he's so unused to having anyone stand up to him like this.
It's hard to grin, but he manages it the best he can, revealing row upon row of sharpened fangs as he lowers his head to be on level with the Hunter before him.
We're getting ahead of ourselves now, aren't we?
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Date: 2019-07-25 05:24 am (UTC)From:"Threat displays like that belong to those that have found themselves in a corner," he retorts as he studies the pattern along the intimidating snout and down the forearms. Curious. Nature would say that such a coloration wouldn't work her in such a lush green and yet...
"If you want to, get it done and over with. You're wasting both of our time with this little show."
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Date: 2019-08-07 12:54 am (UTC)From:Now that is so hilarious it almost edges on being insulting. To think that something so small could have such an ego! It's honestly amusing, and he bares his teeth in the facsimile of a grin as he eyes the man up and down.
You give yourself far too much credit on that behalf. And not enough to me. Do you think me brutish enough to just 'get it done and over with'?
Because this is interesting, and honestly it's the most fun he's had in a while. Whether or not his prey slash conversation partner feels the same way is entirely irrelevant.
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Date: 2019-08-07 01:16 am (UTC)From:“I don’t have to give you anything. Only just met and you demand respect as if you’re the end all be all but you’re not. I’ve seen worse on the Moon.”
The hunter peels off to the left, starting back up on his trek towards his Fallen targets. He’s survived this long so he’ll keep doing what works best. Even if that’s giving a massive creature of desire and sharp bits a metaphorical finger.
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Date: 2019-08-10 03:34 am (UTC)From:He couldn't have that, he had no desire to go back to the crushing boredom of the Venusian wilds, and so as thr man moves to leave he starts, quick as a flash, and intercepts him with a low warning noise.
Come now, you're being such a bore. No need for that.
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Date: 2019-08-10 04:13 am (UTC)From:His glove reaches out to palm away the large maw before it can block him fully. "Look. What do you want? Can't you go bug someone else? I don't know like one of the other ahamkara or something. Aren't you all social creatures?"
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Date: 2019-08-10 04:23 am (UTC)From:Instead he growls, low and deep, exhaling sharply through his nostrils and firmly planting himself in the man's way.
You, oh Guardian mine, are far more interesting.
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Date: 2019-08-10 04:35 am (UTC)From:"So what? You're lonely then? Is that it?" He shoves his hands into his pockets. "Because to be honest, don't blame that with the locale...or the attitude."
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Date: 2019-08-10 05:53 am (UTC)From:There's a snort of derision, all of his eyes narrowing juzt the tinest bit as he lets the not-so-veiled insult roll off of him.
There is a lack of intelligent conversation amongst the locals. It is simply refreshing to hear something other than gibbering for once.
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Date: 2019-08-10 09:25 am (UTC)From:Matthieu sighs softly before taking a seat couple feet from the creature. His chin resting on a hand while he leans forward. "How about we start over? Like what's your name?"
He genuinely was curious about what an ahamkara would refer themselves as. Especially a haughty one such as the one before him.
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Date: 2019-08-21 02:12 am (UTC)From:It's somehow possible for a gigantic, omnipowerful dragon to sound petulant, and Lucifer is doing a very good job of it. But the Guardian is sitting now, and he huffs, secretly pleased that the man hasn't left. He hadn't been lying when he'd said that he'd appreciated conversation with someone that could actually string together a coherent sentence.
So he rumbles for a moment, a few of his eyes slipping shut as he tries to find a way to twist the question back at the man, but in the end it's far easier to just barrel on ahead and hope that the Hunter let something exploitable slip down the line.
Lucifer. I am called Lucifer, the Morningstar.
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Date: 2019-08-21 02:21 am (UTC)From:He does raise a brow at having gotten an actual answer from the ahamkara which honestly he hadn’t expected. Sitting up, he chuckles softly. “Really? So you named yourself after your home here? I mean it works I guess.”
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Date: 2019-08-21 02:42 am (UTC)From:I am named because I am named, not after anything.
He's known his name since he was hatched, it's just an intrinsic thing, and the man is making little sense now.
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Date: 2019-08-21 02:47 am (UTC)From:“Just sort of seems ironic then. Venus is known also as the Morningstar back on Earth. Well that and back in the Golden Age there used to be some sort of religious thing where Lucifer also meant that. So you’re basically Morningstar, the Morningstar who lives on the Morningstar in a way.”
The hunter hrms softly. “Quite a title at that point.”
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Date: 2019-08-21 06:01 am (UTC)From:He huffs, lowering his head until he's eye to eye with the Guardian.
You seem to think it amusing, do you not?
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Date: 2019-08-21 08:05 am (UTC)From:“Besides you’re using me as amusement,” he points out, “so this is what you get.”
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Date: 2019-08-26 01:38 am (UTC)From:At least he's being honest, and there's a rumble in the back of his throat as he regards the hunter with a careful look. Yawning, and showing off rows and rows of sharp teeth, he settles himself in and cocks his head ever so slightly as if he's trying to observe the man more intently.
But that also begs the question as to what you are called, oh Guardian mine
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Date: 2019-08-26 02:10 am (UTC)From:His gaze drops as he busies himself with tracing random patterns in the dirt. "Matthieu but Matt works too."
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Date: 2019-09-01 03:18 am (UTC)From:The name rolls of his tongue, metaphorically of course, easily, and he takes a moment to think it over. It's a good name, if he ponders seriously over it, and something that suits the hunter before him.
You are bold, oh Mattheiu mine. Many would have fled by now, why have you not?
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Date: 2019-09-01 08:25 am (UTC)From:He sighs. "Besides I've never met an ahamkara before. Only been told stories and warnings. So I guess mostly curiosity."
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Date: 2019-09-01 07:51 pm (UTC)From:Stories and warnings? What have you heard, oh Mattheiu mine? I am curious.
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Date: 2019-09-01 08:15 pm (UTC)From:“Ahamkara would rather deceive and will do so however they want. Even if it means taking on a different form through shapeshifting, becoming the image of close ally or something. Cunning but ruled by ruthless instinct that makes them all the more dangerous.”
Matthieu sighs, “The Awoken tell of tragedies where ahamkara have caused deaths. Other guardians seeking out fights and boasting about deaths of their own against your kind.”
“I didn’t think I would ever see one of you though. Even then I guess my image was different than most,” he continues, “but I don’t listen to warnings very well. Look where that landed me.”
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Date: 2019-09-03 01:50 pm (UTC)From:Do you believe I am deceiving you now, Guardian?
If it’s possible, he sounds a bit smug, amused. He’s not, he knows that, but it sounds as though his kind had painted a very specific picture to the Guardians. Certainly he has no desire to fight, especially not to the death, so it’s good to hear that Mattheiu wasn’t in this for the supposed glory. In truth, he’s actually quite intrigued by the man, because he seems to be so different than the Guardians he’d previously encountered. He likes this one.
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Date: 2019-09-03 03:37 pm (UTC)From:“No you haven’t. However,” he relents while rubbing the back of his neck. “You’ve sort of been a manipulative ass. Since you’ve basically forced me into a position where I have to talk to you. You snapped at me, corralled me and then pretty much threw a tantrum until you got what you wanted.”
“So you’re not a deceiver. You’ve been nothing but truthful. You’re just a massive asshole.”
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Date: 2019-09-04 04:01 am (UTC)From:So I have.
It wouldn't do to deny it, and he hadn't thought of things like that. Interesting.
And yet you've stayed. I appreciate that, oh Guardian mine.
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