User blog:Darknessabove/Huntsman: The town, the contractor and the pain

"Welcome back... huntsman."

The huntsman stared at the woman in front of him, who was sitting at a desk, various books, letters and papers scattered around the desk, her arms folded, while 2 golden eyes stared back at the huntsman as she grinned.

"Taking that form in front of me means you have no intention of being honest with me." The huntsman stated in a cold tone, which caused the woman to pout.

"Your no fun you know." She replied, before closing her eyes, her body changing, as a large bushy tail appeared from behind her, brown in color, with rings of a darker shade appearing in a pattern on the tail.

Next, 2 brown, fluffy, cat like ears appeared at the top of her head, which twitched a little as they popped out.

"I'm not here to have fun." The huntsman stated, throwing Joseph in front of him, his face pale as he looked at the Gyoubu Danuki sitting at the desk, who seemed amused at his reaction.

Split

"20/80, i did the retrieval."

"50/50, i have to sign off on the bounty, sort the paper work and arrange for collection"

"30/70, i wasn't given information regarding a possible attack on the town, which made collection more difficult"

"I don't know if you haven't noticed, but monsters don't tend to follow any set guidelines, only takes a few of us to start an attack and more join in as they sense the increase of demonic energy"

A hour had passed as the huntsman and the Gyoubu Danuki discussed the bounty on Joseph, the huntsman cold, unmoving attitude in contrast to the Gyoubu Danuki's energetic, yet devious personality.

"35/65, final offer" the huntsman said, his voice monotone, as Joseph just stared at them, wondering who had ordered the bounty on him.

The Gyoubu Danuki though for a moment, playing with the calculus on her desk, before replying.

"37.5/62.5 split" she replied with a smile.

The huntsman stared at her for a moment, before grunting, causing the Gyoubu Danuki to jump with joy.

"My my, you have much to learn abou... hey where are you going?" she shouted as the huntsman went for the room exit, turning around to respond.

"We've agreed on the split, my parts done, no need for me to stay, so send the reward to the usual place" he replied as he turned to the door, his hand grasping the handle.

He was quick to let go of the handle and draw his knifes, spinning round, as he felt the sudden appearance of a new entity.

He threw his knifes right at the entity, who caught both the knifes, grinning, as she dropped them.

"I see your still as touchy as ever, huntsman"

Mark

The huntsman stared in the direction of the entity, taking a moment, before recognising her aura, grunting in response.

"I've warned you not to sneak up on me, Fila" he said to the entity, who smiled, though, even if he weren't blind, he'd have difficulty being able to tell, since she wore a face mask, covering her mouth.

Joseph stared at the new arrival.

She wore sandels, with black socks and purple knee socks, whihc had a strip of black materail at the top.

Josephes eyes moved up, first to her thighs, the soft, light skin drawing Joseph in, before moving to her torso, her quite sizable breasts covered by a single piece of attire, which was a scarlett color, addorned with varouis patterns, covering her front and back, though it was split at the sides, with only a small piece of materail which allowed for tieing, which was probally the only thing that prevented the outfit from blowing in the wind, revealing everything underneath.

Joseph then moved up to her face, a red piece of cloth materail covered her mouth, while her long black hair flowed from her head, tied up in a pony tail with a small red band, while 2 blue eyes stared at the huntsman, the eyes of an hunter.

"As...assa....assassin" Joseph muttered out, he had heard the rumors regarding a sec of monsters, who, under cover of darkness, would target important figures of the order, despite the number of guards and ether bend them to their will, or take them away, never to be seen again.

"I was testing you, to ensure that your worthy of being my mark" Fila replied, her hands near 2 small knifes, which were mounted on a ring around her leg.

"That again, anoying" the huntsman replied, walking over to her, her hands beginning to twitch.

The huntsman went to pick up the knifes he had thrown earlier, pausing for a moment.

"Don't even try it" he said as he looked up at her, she had grabbed her knifes and raised them above her head.

"Amazing, you can sense the smallest movement, its why your my mark... and why my mistress is interested in you" Fila replied, lowering her knifes and stepping back.

She had fought him before, on several occasions, each time he had bested her, which had earned her attention and yet, he seemed resistant to the "assassination" skills that she had been taught.

For her, conquering him and claiming him, would prove that her skills in "assassination" were great, not to mention the children they could have, her assassination skills, his keen senses and combative talents, would give birth to a new generation of assasins.

If that wasn't enough, he had gone toe to toe with her mistress (something her mistress regularly talked about with dreamy eyes), which had resulted in a draw, something that no one else had been able to do, which had earned the attention of her mistress.

The huntsman stood up, putting his knifes back in his cloak, as he stared at her. "I see your mistress decided not to come along, i assume she as other matters to attend to, perhapes a certain order attack on a village?" the huntsman replied, which caused the assasin to look in a state of shock.

"But.. how, how do you know of that, it only happened a few hours back" Fila replied, trying to figure out how he could of found out this information mere hours after the attack.

"I had heard rumours regarding a possible attack that was planned by the order, somewhat amusing, i must admit, that these rumours have benefited me by keeping your mistress away" the huntsman said in an cold tone.

Fila took a moment to compose her self, she had spent enough time talking to her mark and she had been sent on a mission, to retrieve Joseph and send him off to the one that had ordered the bounty on his head.

The town

The huntsman exited the building, the sun shining bright, bathing the town in a bright glow, not that the huntsman could see it.

The town was somewhat unique, bordering on both the monster realm and order held lands.

The town was located deep within a swamp, which made it difficult to travel to and from it without the use of ether teleportation magic or the use of flying beasts, this mixed with its distance away from any major trade routes or cities made it difficult to supply the town with goods, which made it undesirable for merchants, thus lowing the number of imports and exports.

Apart from wood and a small underground river that ran under the town, there were no other natural resources the town had access to, which had forced any of the more permanant residents to grow food where they could, since importing food had proven difficult, not to mention expensive due to the low amount being imported.

Lack of resources, the difficulty of travel to and from the town, along with its remote location, made the town worth very little strategically to the order and demonic army and to people in general, which meant the town had a low population.

This, ironically, gave the town its one desirable trait, that it was of little worth to the order, so the chance of them sending dispatching troops to the town was unlikely, unless they knew of someone they wanted being there and that individual would have to be a very powerful monster or a very unlucky person that managed to piss them off and with the lack of humans residing in the town, it was fairly unattractive to the demonic army, who were more interested in the larger cities, where the population was significantly higher, this made it perfect for any one that wanted to stay out of the lime light with both the order and demonic army and with the lack of trade, thieves and bandits just avoided the place, unless they needed to laylow for a while.

It was hard, to live in a town such as this, but the same could be said for any place and for the ones that called this place home, located away from the order and the demonic army and the war being fought between the 2, had given the town its name, sanctuary.

Sanctuary drew mostly humans, but, as with any place that was occuplied with humans and not under the orders banner, monsters were also drawn to sanctuary, which created an uneasy atmosphere in the town, though for the most part, the towns guard managed to keep the relativly uneasy peace, it helped that the guard was made up of a mix of humans and monsters, though this was caused more by self interest for both parties, both of which had no desire to attract the attention of the order or demonic army, who desired a home, free from the orders iron fisted rule, free from the demonic armies lust filled greed.

It certainly didn't stop fights from breaking out, since more then a few of the humans who came to sanctuary had been driven out of their homes by the order when they went on one of their little monster hunts, not to mention the all to common monster invasions, which took friends and family alike, many never to be seen again, causing many of them to burn with hatred.

There were also plenty of monsters which had it in for several of the humans that had come to sanctuary, ones that had ether kidnapped, tortured or slaughtered their loved ones.

The monsters, whose instinct forced them to find and rape humans.

The humans, that inflicted pain and suffering, for coin, for revenge or because they enjoyed it.

An unending cycle of hate and yet, many of them felt at home in sanctuary, a place where monsters and humans coexisted, even if that co-existance was strained at the best of times.

The huntsman flexed his shoulders, taking a deep breath, before walking away from the building.

"I best restock on food, devil gems and knifes, but first, i need to talk to the barkeep at the jackels retreat, see if there's any bounties worth doing" the huntsman though to him self as he walked towards the market place.

The barkeep

The jackels retreat, a haven for mercenaries, adventurers, bandits and thieves (when they needed to laylow for a while), the place simply attracted those who had a thurst for adventure, money or blood, sometimes a mix of all 3 and that was just the humans.

The bar attracted salamanders, lizardman, orges, minotaurus and many more of the more combative monster races.

As a result, fights broke out often, usually ending with broken bones and shattered tables, much to the amusement of the barkeep.

The barkeep was a salamander, with thick brown scales covering her legs and arms, 3 thick, large plates covering the front part of the arm, while many smaller, spiker scales covered the sides and back, giving them a good amount of protection from attack, while allowing her hands to move freely, which had 1 thumb and 3 fingers, covered in scales so small, it made them look like one smooth skin, though at the end, she had thick white nails, which looked sharp enough to go through armor, if her hands didn't simply crush the target first.

Moving up from her elbows and knees, scale soon made way for soft, light brown skin, its smooth texture strangly entrancing in the light of the inn, though, for most men, that wasn't what usaully caught their attention.

First, she wore very little around her lower region, just small, black cloth material, which seemed to only just cover her vital area, the cloth seeming to dig into the side, while being held in place by small strings attached to scales ether side.

Secondly, moving to her torso, she practically had no covering, allowing her stomuch and curvy sides to be in full view, which continued up towards her chest area, which was pretty much the only place that was covered exclusivly by her scales, forming a short fo makeshift bra, which was attached with straps to shoulder mounted scales, which sort of acted like a form of shoulder armor, made up of thick plates which stuck out towards the sides, the largest of which were mounted right at the top of her shoulders, while several plates were arranged lower down, getting small as they got lower.

Thridly, any one looking form behind would find her large tail, which would usually be swinging from side to side, whether she was moving or standing in place, the tail it self made up of many scale plates, thick ones mounted on the top side of the tail, while smaller ones adorned the sides, while the smallest were on the underside of the tail, giving a smooth texture, almost like skin, which in comparison to the top side, looked more like it had a sort fo armor on top, though it wasn't the tail that would draw the eyes of men, it was what it covered.

When she lifted her tail up (which was quite often, though brief), one could clearly see her back side, 2 curvy cheeks, which were covered... just, by her makeshift panties, though that only seemed to help define the curves as the panties dug into the side, like they were straining from trying to hold back the buns that wanted to be let loose.

Finally, there was her face, which had especially smooth looking skin, beautiful pink lips which looked so inviting, long, scarlett hair, which flowed freely from her head, with a green bow on top, while a few scales were visible to the sides of her face, though, with her golden eyes, which seemed to have a lingering fire in them, so deep and wonderful, that many had gotten lost just looking into her eyes.

She had set up the jackels retreat a few years back, when the town had only just organised a town guard, due to the extensive number of fights that broke out.

It was basically heaven for some one like her, all the fighting, it got her fired up something fierce and yet, despite being in sanctuary for several years now, she still hadn't found the man for her, despite the many fights she had been in.

Many had caused her to become fired up and yet, none of them had managed to keep that fire burning.

Well, thats not strictly true.

There was one, that she had watched fight, his movements, his skill, his ferocity, all of it made her tail burn brightly, her blood to boil and her heart to throb.

However, he refused to fight her, no matter how many times she insisted, which only served to frustrate her.

It didn't help that he spent very little time in sanctuary, because of his occupation as a bounty hunter.

Yet, she still couldn't push him out of her mind.

Many a day, her mind would wonder, imaging the day she could finally clash swords against him, the though made her mad with excitement.

"Sasha, hey, Sasha"

She could hear him in her mind, calling her name.

"SASHA"

She snapped out of her thoughs, reacting in anger.

"WHAT" she shouted, before freezing, blinking her eyes a few times.

Her face then lit up like the sun as she attempted to grab the person in front of her.

The person simply stepped backwards, causing her to grab thin air.

"One day, i'll embrace you, as our fiery hot passion burns through the night" she stated excitedly.

The man sighed, she had always been like this, despite the number of times he told her no.

If there was one thing you had to give monsters credit for, it was for tenacity, they really didn't know how to throw in the towel.

"I'm here to see if there's any bounties worth doing" he said, choosing not to get into a conversation with Sasha regarding her one sided fantasies.

"Always the huntsman huh, i can't say i dislike that" she said cheerfully, her tail swinging back and worth excitedly.

Lucky for some, unlucky for others

Time passed, as Sasha and the huntsman talked about what bounties were currently active, though much to the annoyence to the huntsman, Sasha took every oppotunity to try and steer the conversation in another diection, mostly one which involved them going to bed or sparring, things the huntsman wasn't interested in.

"Come on, i'm just asking for just one match, come on, it won't take long" Sasha pleaded, eager to cross swords with the huntsman.

"No, its a waste of my time and energy" the huntsman replied, while having a mug of water, he had never taken to drinking alcohol and had no interest in doing so ether.

As they argued, 5 men entered the tavern, all wearing black bandanas, as one of them shouted.

"Listen up, every one here will be donating all of their money and valuables to us"

Everyone in the tavern stopped and looked at them, though one of the more drunk patrons staggered towards him and prodded him with his finger.

"an wat akes you fink dat we'll listen two you" he said in drunken slurs.

For a moment, everything was quite, as the drunkard was grabbed by the one in front of him, his hand glowing.

Then suddenly, there was a flash of light, as the drunkard screamed, his clothes set alight, as he ran out the tavern.

"Any one else?"

As the patrons looked at each other, some scared, others iching for a fight, the huntsman stood up, turning towards the 5 men.

"Sasha, are they worth anything?" the huntsman asked Sasha, who quickly scrabbled through the bounty notices she had.

As she did, one of the men walked up to the huntsman, easily 5 inches taller then the huntsman, as he grabbing him by the collar.

"I'll answer that for you, we're the Jacob brothers and we don't take kindly to any one asking about us" he said, as Sasha read through a bounty contract.

"Jacob brothers, wanted for arsony, murder and theift, Rank C bounty" Sasha said, which caused the huntsman to grunt in response, something which pissed off the man holding him.

"Huh?, do you have a problem with us" he said as he kept a firm grip on the huntsmans collar.

"Yes" the huntsman said as he slashed the man in the arm with one of his daggers, the strike so quick that the man only realised what happened when let go of the hutnsman and fell to his knees, his body refusing to move.

"I was hoping you were worth more" the huntsman said as his eye started to glow blue, several knifes floating form his cloak and pointing towards the 4 remaining members of the Jacob brothers, who were now angry and ready for a fight.

They wouldn't get it however, as moments later, the huntsman utter a single word.

"Seek"

The knifes flew towards the 4 men, who attempted to dodge the knifes, though this was in vane, as each found their mark, immoblising the men, as the patrons in the tavern just watched, before returning to drinking.

The huntsmans started to walk over to the men on the floor, but found him self having to dodge a blow from behind, a large sword slamming into the floor, as the huntsman rolled out the way, turning to face his assilant.

"I guess she got jealous" the huntsman grumbled to him self, as he stood up, facing his new opponent, her eyes full of fire and lust.

Miscalculation

The huntsman quickly back peddled as Sasha charged at him, performing an horizontal slash, forcing him to duck behind a thick pillar of wood in the middle of the tavern, Sasha's blade digging into the wood, coming to a halt halfway through the pillar.

The huntsman turned round to walk away, while Sasha cursed and sweared, trying to remove her sword from the pillar.

"I'm not fighting you, end of" the huntsman stated as he walked away from her.

This pissed her off immensily, to her, it felt like he didn't see her as a worthy opponent, something that any salamander would feel hurt over.

In truth, it was the complete opposite, he felt that a battle with her could drag out, which is very bad, since the longer a battle draws out and the harder they fight, the more excited a salamander gets.

Worse of all, if it got to the point where her tail kept burning after the fight, regardless of whether he won or lost, it would mean she would pursue him to the ends of the world.

It was something he can not... will not allow to happen and the best way to do that was to simply avoid fighting her altogether.

As he started to walk over the Jacob brothers, who were lying on the floor, the sound of heavy footsteps coming towards him causing him to turn around.

He focused his ability to sense energy, his senses overwhelmed temporarily by a sudden surge of demonic energy in front of him.

It was Sasha, who had now abandoned her weapon and opted to fight him with her fists, screaming in fury as she bolted right for him.

As he attempted to turn around and run out the jackels retreat, he felt something in his leg, a sharp pain, before feeling nothing, his leg going numb, becoming unresponsive.

He looked down and focused his senses again, this time he could "see" the energy, allowing him to see the source of the problem, a hand firmly held his right leg, while a second hand was holding a knife, the blade stuck in the huntsman's right leg.

It was one of the jacob brothers, who seemingly had faked being hit by the knife and had now used it to stab the huntsman in the leg.

"It seems i made an error in judgement" the huntsman said as he looked down at the man, his leg numb from the venom coated on the knife.

The huntsman however did not have time to consider his error as he had to brace him self for impact, since Sasha was charging towards him at full speed and had no intention on stopping.

"This will be annoying"

Passion

The huntsman came flying out the Jackels retreat, rolling along the ground, as Sasha stood at the entrance.

The huntsman stood up, flexing his shoulders, as he stared at the salamander, whose tail was waving wildly in excitement.

"This is what i wanted to avoid" the huntsman mumble to him self as he drew his dagger, which caused the salamanders face to light up.

"Finally, i've been waiting so long" Sasha shouted as she charged towards the huntsman, swinging her claw at him when she got close.

The huntsman rolled to the side, avoiding the strike, before quickly standing up and facing Sasha, his eye glowing blue again, as he threw his dagger up in the air, which temporarily caught Sashas attention, who focused on the blade.

The huntsman took this chance to draw 2 knifes from his cloak, then throwing them towards the entrance of the tavern, hitting the brother who had stabbed him in the leg with both knifes and catching his dagger as gravity caused it to come back down to earth.

He had to make sure that no one else would join in this fight, he simply couldn't afford to have his attention divided, especailly when fighting a salamander.

Sasha charged towards him again, swiping with her claw, though this time the huntsman ducked and went to slash the salamander, though the short reach of his weapon, mixed with his strongest leg being numb allowed Sasha to move away from the strike, grinning in delight.

"Ahhh... you have no idea how much i've wanted to fight you, its making me so hot" she stated as she placed her claws on her chest, her tail alight with a glorouis orange flame.

After a moment, she charged into combat again, swiping and slashing at the huntsman, who struggled to avoid the blows with only one functional leg, though he took every attempt to try and strike one of her arms, aiming for the soft flesh just above her elbow, since his dagger couldn't pierce the salamanders scales which ran from her claws to her elbow.

He only needed one clean cut, to allow the venom on his dagger to do its work and stun her long enough for him to stagger away and give her time to calm down.

That said, the longer they kept at it, the more excited Sasha got, the more frequent her strikes became, which in turn forced the huntsman more on the defensive, the number of counter attacks against her getting smaller and smaller as he focused more on avoiding blows.

After all, his main advantage was his ability to maneuver around his opponents in combat and take them out quickly with clean blows and with his right leg under the effects of his own parayltic venom, he didn't have that advantage.

Sudden reversal

Sashas assault was unrelenting, fueled by a mix of rage, excitement and lust, she loved combat and the huntsman proved to be the perfect opponent, consistanly avoiding her blows despite his current handicap.

"Wonderful, this is what i've been wanting, an opponent who can keep up with me" Sasha shouted as she continued to rain blow after blow on the huntsman, who was now having great difficulty trying to avoid each blow.

As he tired, Sashas excitement grew, her tail now burning a bright blue, as she eagerly continued attacking, wanting to finally strike him down, so that she could take him to bed and get her hands on his "sword".

"I guess i have little choice" the huntsman though to him self, as he began to chant inbetween Sashas strike, which quickly caught her attention.

"Don't you dare try and run" Sasha shouted as she doubled her efforts to take him down.

Just a single strike was needed, a clean blow, to stop the huntsman in his track, though, due to being completely focused on taking the huntsman down, she didn't notice the tiny threads that moved from the huntsmans hand to his right leg.

As she attempted to get him with a right hook, she noticed he had stopped muttering, though she was more surprised when he jumped backwards, using his right leg.

She would of charged right at him if it wasn't for the fact she noticed a red line, very thin, almost impossible to notice, moving from his leg, towards his hand.

This temporary lack of focus on the huntsman was what he needed.

He suddenly darted forward, both legs working, shocking Sasha, though she quickly composed her self and smiled, fists ready.

"Finally, your charging at me" she said happily as she took a swing at the huntsman, her claw coming close to striking him, before he stepped away from the blow, spinning at the same time, before bringing his dagger to bare, slashing Sasha in the side, creating a small cut has he passed by, ending up behind Sasha.

Sasha held her side, as she turned around and looked at the huntsman.

"You think this'll stop me?" she shouted as she attempted to step towards him, only to find her legs giving out on her, causing her to collapse on the floor.

She looked up, panting, as the huntsman met her gaze, though he quickly turned around and went into the tavern, picking up the knifes he had used earlier, before stepping out and walking away from the tavern, much to the irritation of Sasha.

"You can't smother my flame, no matter how much you try to deny it, we belong together, our flames of passion burning in the night, you hear me" Sasha shouted as the huntsman walked away, as blood ran down his leg.

Threads of torment

The huntsman walked out of sanctuary, moving away from the town, though after walking for a little while he stopped, standing for a moment before falling backwards

"To think i'd be forced to use that skill on my self" he moaned as he landed on the floor, lying on his back.

He breathed deeply before muttering a few words, causing the thin threads that had been connected to his leg and fingers to slowly receed, disappearing shortly afterwards.

As he looked up, the warm rays of the sun pierced through the trees in the swampland as the light hit the huntsmans face, the warmth of the sun, was one of the few luxuries he had.

"The irony, that a skill, originally designed to freely manipulate limbs, is now one that inflicts pain when used" he closed his eye as he though this, his right leg hurting from the use of the skill to move it forceably.

"I suppose thats why i renamed the skill" he muttered, opening his eye.

"Threads of torment, a fitting name"

After a moment, the huntsman got up, his right leg still numb from his own venom and now released from the effects of the huntsman skill.

The huntsman limped away, he had a long way to go before he'd get home and soon, it would be dark and he didn't fancy gettinginto a fight with some fo the nocturnal residents of the swamp.

Home

After travelling for half a hour, the huntsman came to a large rocky formation of stone.

The huntsman travelled into the rocky formation, eventaully coming to the entrance to a cave, which had a bag left at the entrance with a note:

"Don't spend it all at once, your number 1 Gyoubu, Lilith"

The huntsman grunted as he tore up the letter, before picking up the bag and entering the cave.

The huntsman travelled through the cave, which had multiple paths, following a faint trail of energy (something he had set up using some rope, embueing it with a small amount of his own energy, then attaching it to the roof of the cave using knifes, allowing him to travel through the twisting paths of the cave), which was the only effective means to navigate this cave, which was pith black, not a single light illuminating it.

Eventually, he arrived at a wooden door, stopping has he got close, putting his hand on the handle.

"Emit" he whispered.

As he opened the door, energy started to flow through the door, the walls that it was attached to and the room that it had sealed.

To everyone but him, it would be a room, of pitch black, but to the huntsman, it allowed him to "see" the boundries of the room, the items and furniture inside, all of it being "lit" up in blue.

For him, it was a place of rest, a place which to him, was filled with a comforting light, a break, from his usual world.

A world filled with darkness.

This place, devoid of light, was his home.

Rest

The huntsman took off his cloak, hanging it up on the wall, as he flexed his shoulders and stretched his leg.

"It was a mistake to think it would be that easy, i need to be more vigilent next time and ensure i've taken down my targets" he muttered to him self has he grabbed some cloth and started bandaging his leg.

After patching him self up, he proceeded to cook a meal for him self, though it was simply a bit of meat and some vegetables, but he was never one to be fussy about food, after all, food to hm was simply a means of restoring his energy, he didn't eat out of joy.

After eating his meal and clenaing up, he took off the rest of his clothes, before proceeding to bed, getting under the covers, as he muttered a single word.

"Cease"

Has the word left his mouth, the world aroudn him seemed to dim, the blue light slowly fadding, as darkness crept up on him.

In this darkness, one would of seen a single green eye, as it slowly closed, leaving the place completely black.

The huntsman was at rest.

For now at least.

???

Some distance away from sanctuary, monsters had gathered at a small village, which had recently been attacked by the order, the monsters scrambling around as they reaped the rewards of their defensive action agaisnt them.

At the center of the village, a konoichi was on he knees, bowing in respect to the one in front of her.

"We have dealt with the order troops, mistress Ruby"

Red eyes stared back at the konoichi as the one in front of her grinned.

Make sure everything is taken care of here, before joining me.

The kunoichi got off her knees as she turned around and darted off, eager to furfill her mistresses command.

"I can't wait to meet him again" she grinned as she muttered to her self, the sounds of monsters mating echoing all around.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Index

Authors notes:

I would like to give a thank you to Ikoter, who is an talented fan fic writer and pointed out a serious error in my story and because of it, i changed it and actually produced something i was more satisfied with, so thank you ikoter and i surgest you all go check out his blog, where he's created fan fiction of his own.

http://monstergirlencyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:Ikoter

Thats this chapter finished, though i may go back and do some adjustments to it.

To clarify for people, when i use the word "see" in the huntsmans context, hes not using the kinda sight we use, since hes blind, no, what he sees is energy, though it requires him to concentrate to be able to see this energy clearly and these senses can be overwhelmed, at least temporarily, by sudden increases of energy.

Update: some of this chapter may be up for revision, if i can learn to describe stuff better.

May 17th 2015 update.

Started on dem changes, firstly, given Sasha a discription overhaul, hopefully its given more depth to her looks.

I plan on doing this with a LOT of my fan fics, going through and increasing the overall character discriptions, to help paint a better image, along with spell checks and general clean up.

laterz