Mountain Trail Base

(I know I just replied elsewhere... but screw it )

Kay-tor had made his way back to Danton, alarmed by the sudden resurgence of Bella's scent, he made the trek back to Danton, however now he was quite tired, body aching and starved. One demon may find him crazy for doing this for one mortal meal, but this was not your standard mortal meal. It was Bella.

He shot out of the earth, raining dirt and rock with his explosive entrance. There was no one around it seemed, but he was on the northern outskirts of Danton, and could see the large city spread out before him. He would have to be careful with Bella. At this point, fatigue really hit him hard, and he could lose to her this round. He would have to keep himself to the shadows as long as possible without rousing too much suspicion. He sniffed the air for her scent and let out a soft gasping chuckle. "Bella...heh heh heh." he could smell her scent from here, and she was indeed somewhere down there...

He took his lithe new form and began making the trek, phasing through the rock like a shadow as he slithered his way down into the city.

Sophia sat with one sexy thigh crossed over the other, upon a boulder on the path leading up the mountain. She had walked a long way from Jemial after her bike had broken down, but still insisted on seeing the Gunslinger Academy at the crest of Grey Mountain several hundred feet ahead of her. She was filing her nails, inspecting them and blowing debris away as she took this opportune time to rest. She had no reason to meet with the Gunslinger Association in reality, and she doubted she had the skills to become a legal Gunslinger; but the idea of pledging her life to the Order and following their structured rules didn't sit well with her. If anything she was just curious, drawn to climb the mountain aimlessly and without reason. She figured something interesting may occur on the climb upward or even if she remained idle long enough. So for the moment she remained, and continued to file her nails with her ruby lips smirking and underframe glasses glinting in the setting sun's light.

Jeanette was on her patrol... the mountain was quiet today... since the fuss all over Gailden about mass invasion... and rumors of something worse, plaguing the minds of many of the planet's organizations. Jeanette pulled the Lathrop C.R. from the horse's side saddle, the uniquely scoped rifle thats been around for centuries still a tested and proven rifle; just chambered in something a bit more modern than their Musketeer ancestors.


"Easy girl... easy..." she hushed the disturbed pony she was riding, one hand on the reins, the other holding the lever gun with the barrel pointed up at the graying sky. She leveled the rifle, shouldering the buttstock against her, and with her other hand still holding the leather reins, she managed to distribute the weight accordingly as she aimed. She was looking for movement in the Amaine forest, the scope enhancing her sight as the crosshairs fell upon the swaying trees... channeling her awareness however through the scope, the Gunslinger was able to pick up the spiritual energy... of something. It was such a bright blast, that it made her right eye water, and a low frequency sound disturbed both Jeanette and her horse! "Woah, woah! Easy girl!" She repeated, the pony bucking, its instincts to flee, but if she did, both Jeanette and the horse would plummet off the cliff face-and she didn't want to end up as a pretty stain for the buzzards to eat.

Usually on deep cover missions, she wasn't used to patrol duty... and thus began to panic herself at the thought of plummeting to her doom! "Easy...EASY!" she called out, the horse rearing back, and she felt her balance shift for a moment before she realized she was thrown back! "OUch!" She screamed, hitting the rocky ground, while her horse took off- her right boot stuck in the stirrup, dragging her on her back and curvy ass, a short trip before Jean managed to kick her foot free of the boot! She lay there on her side on the mountain path; the horse taking off down the winding hill with her boot in tow...

"Damn horse..." She winced, standing up shakily. She was uncomfortable, slightly dinged up, but all things considered lucky she didn't break her neck or was dragged further than a couple feet! She looked for her rifle which had been dropped in the process, and quickly found it. Lifting it, she looks for her horse's spirit signature... she needed to find her again, not only because she was now one boot short of a pair. "Dammit... don't go into the woods you stupid... and its going into the woods! Crap my luck..." She sighed, lowering the gun. She looked down at her bare foot, the leather chaps around her leg barely helped provide protection against the rocks on this rocky mountain path... but she would have to soldier on. She was a gunslinger afterall, bloodied toes was small compared to the things they did in training...

She shouldered the rifle's strap, adjusted her stetson leather hat, and readjusted the hawk and eagle feathers on her belt and head... before following after the hightailing pony.

"What ever the hell that was... it was strong, and it was huge... that blast of spirit energy nearly blinded me..." she mumbles to herself, her right foot bleeding as she began to cut the open sole on the sharp rocks that littered the entire path... she recalled that some Gunslingers had to run this path barefoot in their training, she wasn't one of those ones though... still, she had worse... been through worse.