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*~ Racheal Kailen Tunis ~*

Name: Racheal Kailen Tunis
Age: 21 years old
Species: Human
Personality: Racheal is a very strong willed girl. She doesn't let anything get in the way of what she enjoys doing the most, which is fighting and training. Racheal can be a priss at times when she doesn't get her way or when she is faced with a challenge that she depends on others to get her through. She would rather be alone, a solitary worker. She is very strong minded at times but usually will open up to new ideas. Racheal is usually very out spoken, but she gets very quiet around new people, trying to study their body language to interpret what they're thinking. Especially boys. Racheal hates being told she's wrong but she owns up to it. Racheal has a very fiery personality. When she wants to be, she can be rude and mean so much it would scare you. Other times she's just solitary, only speaking when spoken to. Rachel doesn't communicate well with some people, which means she doesn't really like being social. She hates being threatened and will put up a very good fight. Though she does take extreme interest in shape shifters. Racheal is fiesty and very graceful, agile is another word to describe her.
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Name: David Maron Roark
Age: 26 years old
Species: Human
Personality: David is cunning, fast and has a strong will to work. He helps others when he can and he is like the robin hood of the southern kingdom. He's met Racheal before, face to face, and doesn't have much of a good relationship with her. He actually still offered her help when he knew that she needed it. David is a rogue but everyone knows where he lives. He could rob you blind and you'd not know it till it was too late. He loves animals and he has a knack for playing instruments of different sorts. Sometimes when David is alone he sings quietly to himself, knowing that one day his one true half will be rejoined with him. David is bold and he has loads of ambition and he has a family orientation. He wants to have his own kids one day. He is quick witted and he usually will work for little or no pay, in the case of the poor. He can scam and smooth talk his way in and out of trouble and he usually will keep a journal near by. He writes, draws, and describes Racheal in many of his stories.
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((Alrighty, thanks and let's start. Um, so basically, she's been chasing him for days and finally caught up to him. Everything starts with what I wrote at the top. Would you like me to post first or would you like to?))

OOC::// Okay, um what is supposed to happen when she catches him? Is she supposed to take him somewhere or something else? And you can go first.

OOC:// that's pretty much up to you. I made it so that he gets hit in the shoulder so he would pretty much be mobile. I'd say she should knock him out, stay there, knowing she should kill him and not. Then, keep him on a close watch, saying that she was only supposed to take him prisoner, even though they both that's not true, she starts to journey towards home, unsure. Their relationship will sort of blossom from that... That sound good?

Rikkes lay still, utterly still. Hoping she would leave, but knowing she wouldn't. He could hear her soft footprints in the grass. Pain blossomed from his shoulder, sending shocks to his head, telling him to do something... anything. He couldn't. He was frozen in place, like a deer caught unawares by its predator. He breathed in and out, terror filling him and taking over his thoughts and yet, he still did not move. Not for the life of him. He knew that resistance was futile. Better to just be killed quickly than that slow torture of the struggle.

Slinging the bow and arrows back onto her back Racheal walked up to Rikkes' motionless body. In the midst of getting to him she pulled out a sharp blade from her utility belt, which wrapped around her waiste. It had taken many lives before she had even owned it. The knife had belonged to her father and her grandfather. She used it very often, obviously. She was the bounty hunter. Racheal stood over his body, kneeling down and putting the blade up to his neck. "There are probably a thousand reasons why I shouldn't kill you. But right now I can't think of one." She sneered and she pushed the blade a little bit. Pulling it back with a chuckle she felt the cold steel of the blade, "It's amazing how fragile life is." She said, looking at him. "It's amazing how one little weapon can take it from you." She growled, gripping the blade till the knuckles on her hands turned white. Her brown curls fell forward, hanging in Rikkes' face. She took her slender fingers and moved her hair back, glaring at him.

Rikkes stared up at her, his own eyes wide with fear. He was silent. He may be soft, but there was no way he'd beg, or be dishonorable in death. If she hadn't been trying to kill him, he would have thought her beautiful, but then again, one doesn't often think kindly to someone with a blade pressed to their neck. Her words sunk in and his mind tried to wrap around them in his shock. The pain in his shoulder had been reduced to a dull throb in the moment and he prepared himself for that very blade to end his life, as she had said, the small thread he hung onto every day, to only just discover how very fragile it really was.

Racheal fueled off he fear in his widened eyes. She looked at him with a disgusted sneer, "Is there something you want to say to me?" She challenged, turning the blade between her slender fingers. Racheal shot him a glare, waiting for him to give her a sneer or some smart reply so she would have a reason to kill him. Honestly, the fact that he was a shape shifter only made her want to keep him alive, taking great interest in these special creatures. Racheal's life had been filled with moments like this, there was multiple times where she was in the same position Rikkes is in now. Injured with the fear of death looming in the figure that hovered above her. Fear was nothing new to her, nor was pain. The pain in her scars across her back was undescribable by any language. Her and pain were old buddies.

Rikkes blinked, knowing that if he said one wrong word he would be dead. His brain worked a million miles a second, but got no where at the same time. He was dumbfounded by his fear, but somehow he remained slightly intelligent, at the very least, as he still said nothing. In a way, he wished she would just slit his throat and be done with it. It would be easier and less stressful for him, but the drive to live kept him going.

Racheal grinned and got a grip on her knife again. She used the tip of her knife and dragged it forcefully across a small section of his forehead. The cut being less than an inch long. Drawing a small trickle of blood from the now opened wound. Racheal leaned down a bit closer, taking a curious moment to actually wipe the blood away with her finger. "Amazing thing isn't it?" She said, looking at him with a smug grin. "How fragile the human body is. But your not human much anyway, are you?" She stated, taking a deep breath. She looked at the blood on her blade and shook her head. "Blood. You know, blood is interestomg in many ways. It's also so fragile." Racheal took a minute, her anger broiling over for some reason. "You know, screw this small talk!" She growled, swinging a balled fist and striking him in the face. She swung another time before finally collapsing onto her rump next to him, head in her hands. She grabbed handfuls of her hair, looking around and she thought about killing him and getting rid of him forever. But something held her back. Something told her not to.

The cut didn't much hurt and the fact that she had been talking had calmed him slightly, but the moment he was struck, his senses faded and a black sheet covered his conscious and he was left in darkness as his body attempted to help itself. Of course, it came with a stinging feel at the edge of his conscious and his nose bled slightly.

Racheal watched as blood trinkled from his nose, looking at her knuckles. Nothing there, but her hands shook fiercely. She stood up again and grabbed her bow and arrow. She shot two arrows down next to him, one on each side of his head. Missing his ears and face by only a few inches. Racheal took her knife and carved words into his shirt. 'Remember this moment.' She carved, making sure not to cut him. She looked around, taking off for the trees. Grabbing the trunk of one tree she climbed it, sitting on a branch hidden by other leaves. She could see out but she was sure that nobody could look in at her and find her, at least not right away. Her yellow eyes gleamed with anticipation, waiting for Rikkes to wake up again. She didn't want to be around him at the moment.

Though she had struck his fairly hard, Rikkes relief ended quickly. He was stirred by a body that needed his help. Keeping unaware wouldn't help him. He groaned, pain slowing his thoughts as he blinked. He raised an arm, wiping a layer of caked blood from his face, he grimaced, looking up the see the shafts of two arrows, protruding from the ground on either side and turning his head to see the arrow that rose from his flesh. While he was still drowsy and slow, he felt his chest, his shirt was tattered and he tore a corner from it. He clutched it between his teeth and took the shaft of the arrow in his shoulder and yanked it out. He cried out, silenced by the cloth in his mouth. He threw it aside, tears of pain mixed with the blood from his forehead streamed down his face. He sat up, knowing that she had spared him and that she would most likely change her mind about leaving him. He needed to keep on.

Racheal took and arrow and shot it down into his pant leg, missing his thigh and pinning him to the ground. She jumped down from the tree and walked over to him with a chain in her hands. She grabbed the chains around his hands and legs, hog tieing him and grabbing the chains, which were tied tightly. She whistled for her horse, a beautiful fresian stallion named Zorro. She untied his legs but kept the shackled on his wrists. This time she tied the rest of the chain around his neck like a collar, she held the chain and mounted her horse, making Zorro go into a slow walk. "You say anything, or try any of that funny animal stuff with my horse, and I'll kill you." She growled, the tip of her blade poking through it's holster. She knew that is would be a long way back home.

Rikkes nodded, she was back again and now he was weighed by chains. Chains. He almost preferred death to them. To be treated like some sort of freakish animal. He felt like a dog he often saw in the village, beat by its master and kept on a short leash. He struggled to his feet, knowing he would be drug on the ground if he didn't keep up. He wished he could shift to a bird and fly away... or a horse, anything really, but he had no chance, not with his shoulder the way it was. It messed him up as an animal. The pain burned at him, but he blinked it aside. Right now, he had to concentrate on surviving. He could think about escape later.