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whos_afraid
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[OOC: Hunter is on his way to Mehrdadstan, after have last been in Koude Reizen Mountains. Any place {except the Blasted Lands} would be a fine place to set this]
It was getting to be routine, really. Hunter's activities seemed to involve going out, hunting, trapping, skinning, and selling. He was making a lot off his trade now however, selling exotic skins in the extremes of Pentamerone. And to him, it wasn't routine. Rote, perhaps, but routine implied boredom, and he most certainly wasn't bored. Not when he had plenty of leather and skins from the north and was fully intent on heading south again, back to Mehrdadstan, back to Scheherazade, more specifically.
He would not hide the fact the queen of the Southern Kingdom had captivated him. She had told him stores of her rule, of the kingdom, and every time, she left her story hanging, left him wanting more. And it was more he wanted. So he headed out of the mountains where he'd met the young hunter named Atreyu, genuinely hoping to see the boy again in the future. But for now, desert sun, spices and jasmine and honey called him.
Tags:
snow queen, hunter
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Hunter smelled her, smelled her tears, caught a scent of ice and woe well before he saw the woman in white. He'd smelled the reindeer before that. They had a heavier scent that had masked hers at first. If it hadn't been spring, and the smell of winter out of place, if he hadn't seen snow and wondered how that was possible in these ever-warm woods, if the woman hadn't been crying, the salty scent of tears strong, he might not have noticed her until she spoke.
Hunter stepped from the trees, hands raised to show he held no weapons in his hands. That didn't exactly excuse the crossbow newly strapped to his back, the axe at his waist, or the knives in his boots she likely couldn't see. But his hands were empty; he meant no harm.
"Put down your blade of ice. I will not hurt you," Hunter said calmly.
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"Go ahead look" She said as she heald the mirror out, catching rays of sunlight in the cracked surface.
"This mirror was shattered before I came to this world. It's broken glass scattered in the winds and pierced the hearts, eyes, and flesh of many people in this world. The mirror only reflects evil, warping any reflection to show only malicious deeds, and malformed faces. A verdant green valley would end up looking like a patch of wilted lettuce with weeds overpowering the plants."
She said as she continued to grasp the mirror with a deathlike grip.
"A piece piercing an eye would have the same effect, that eye would see only evil in the world. A piece piercing one's heart would make one freeze to all emotions except those of hate, greed, envy, sloth, and other dark feelings. It all depends on where the shard pierces what effect takes hold. I think I was brought here to collect all these shards...and to save those who are infected from living in the curse of this mirror."
The idea of leaving these woods seemed all too tempting for her. After all maybe she wouldn't be too lucky next time. The Feral Sprite itself did much damage to her. As well as those black flowers she saw when she first came. She fell under their magic didn't she. Maybe it was just another effect of the magic of these woods. Maybe there wasn't another shard of glass in here..
...or maybe there was many.
She had no idea for certain
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