[Event] The Wild Hunt - The Stalk

... the longer this whole thing went on, the more concerned she grew.

Glaive had trailed the hunt from any water source she could, crashing through tight tunnels and sucking precious gulps of air where she could (and substituting magic where she couldn't.) More than once, she'd lost sight of the hunting party; fortunately, it was hard to miss on recast of her magic.

Their path had become clear after a certain point, at least, which brought her to here: Cetus. It was surprisingly homely, despite being quite opposite to Fornax, Leo, Pegasus... any of the warmer caves suited to her sunbathing-desiring self. A primordial sense of safety thrummed through her as she slunk through the murky waters; even with the ethereal hunters stalking about and peering through the bushes and all the other Gembound here.

She was more than afraid of the largest of the bunch, and shied away as it thundered through the mire.

Otherwise, she simply floated in place and peered into the fog as best she could—with or without magic—and gradually, as mentioned before, grew more concerned about how much of a game this actually was. Not... that she thought herself capable of doing anything about it. Could she even raise her voice enough to talk everyone out of it?

... best to hope that it didn't come to that, right?

THE WILD HUNT

THE STALK

Aiding the Huntsmen and Hounds Kitty, Madhukar, Draconua
Aiding the Quarry James, Talys, Abaddon, Warrior, Khloros, Hargrave
Observing Tahi-shei, Aran, Sharp, Comet, Glaive

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A single Huntsman broke, and then another, from the pack: the stone thrown by Talys seemed to be greeted without suspicion. They drove into the swamp in that direction, vanishing quickly into the mist.

To observers, it might have seemed like something unseen was attacking horses, in particular, as James and Warrior flailed. This had little visible effect on the hunt, though Kitty's call for attention rallied several Hounds and Huntsmen in the right direction.

Two Hounds circled back, ghostly, wispy, snapping mist-trailing jaws at Abaddon--but they did no damage, bar a feeling of aching cold as they approached and as they 'struck.' Close by, two more Huntsmen turned, briefly distracted by Khloros, before rushing in Kitty's direction, to her call.

The Quarry has won this round, by a hair. (A hare?) The Wild Hunt will finish in a finale in Orion.

Those ghastly horses--skeletal, thin--leaping log and landing, without a ripple, in the swamp found themselves confronted by blasts of sudden flame. Two reared, twisting back in the bright light; one leapt into it--and vanished, before reforming on the other side. Its body was briefly wispy, more thinly ethereal, as it turned--as its Rider regarded Hargrave with empty phantasm's eyes.

It was just--barely--all enough of a distraction for the Quarry to break free, one last time: a great gray hare, all tendrils of fog and wisp-light eyes, swept past and over them in three vast leaps. It tore formless through the trees, passing through them and back from Cetus, the Hunt wheeling once more to give baying, thundrous chase.

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The Quarry has won this round, by a hair. (A hare?) The Wild Hunt will finish in a finale in Orion.

While The Chase ended with a tie between Observers and the Huntsmen, this Stalk has ended in favor of the Quarry. The final thread will be the tiebreaker to determine the outcome.

Characters may now exit this thread, in order to join the finale in Orion.

He stumbled back upright, confused.

He couldn't tell what had happened--there was movement everywhere, magic and shouting, fog and darkness. It was chaos.

When the Hunt sped on, he had to struggle to keep up--and he briefly envied the other horse, the one with wings. Surely it would make keeping up an easier task-! Warrior pushed effort into his muscles, a grimace on his face. Were he not of desert stock--of run-for-hours body--he would have given up then and there but he was invested, now. He wanted to see this through. His legs pumped against the sloshing mud, struggling to keep upright and to keep up.

And so when the Huntsmen vanished in a whorl of fog, Warrior was close on their trail, sweat gleaming in the chill of Cetus and wisp-eyes trailing light behind him.

The young bull tossed his horns violently at the ghostly dogs. He had no way of knowing that they wouldn't really harm; even their presence was cold, their snapping advance giving him pause.

He hesitated, drawing back--and then, with a bawl of renewed fury, charged forward with a driving set of nub-horns and a shoved-down head.

"BLEEEEH!" he bawled, a wordless war-cry; and then the calf gave chase, clumsily stumbling and staggering after the Hunt.

And then back again, the other way, as they chased the fleeing Quarry for the exit.

How embarrassing, he winced, slowly getting his legs under himself, brain just a little bit fried.

He looked up at Tahi, blinking stupidly, and finally shook his head, pushing himself to his feet. He shook as much mud as he dared off of himself before offering Tahi a gentle nuzzle, blinking a few pained tears from his eyes.

"Spell backfired," he explained, "... I feel like my brain's about to run out my ears."

That definitely wasn't good, but he also wasn't about to let the Quarry get away now. If his brain actually started leaking through his ears, then he'd worry, but it hadn't happened yet, so he was optimistic.

"I'll see you in Orion," he said, shaking his head out and trudging off through the muck, wings held high as he headed towards home.