They could smell it again...the corpse. They had smelt it whilst wondering around in the village but shrugged it off, thinking it may of been Carrion or a dead animal. But it wasn't. They knew this because it was the exact same smell but in a different area. The scent on Carrion would have been washed off by now...this one lingered, as strong as ever. The Hunters who were now in the tree's halted, one of them was on a branch, its fingers and toes gripping the bark (Think of how a Lemur walks on branches, thats how Hunters do.).
Hunter #2: "Ick...Ick Corrks gian."
It turned its head to the other, its featureless mask eerie in the moonlight. Its cohort merely snorted and clambered up the trunk of the tree to a higher branch, chittering away to itself.
Hunter #2: "Corrks...Corrks gian!!"
It called in a horse, raspy blast of tone (Like the Raptors do in JR3.) trying to get its point across. The other looked down at him and snorted, waving its hand downwards to basically say "Shut up!"...it did. Whilst being on the highest branch that could sustain its weight the Hunter smelled the entire vicinity around the tree, its senses in overdrive as it listened to Bats beat their wings through the air. Slugs and Snails slowly sliding around in the undergrowth. But nothing it sensed, smelt or heard could of been emitting that corpse like smell. And then suddenly its mind eye pieced together something that could of been the target. The walk cycle seemed like that of Mudokon, whilst the smell was corpse like. The breathing was slow...like it was in the middle of thinking about something. The Hunter snarled...that was the corpse...the walking dead, something that could sustain severe injury and not die. The placing of feet however seemed heavier than usual, usually Mudokons were light and could easily trudge along the wet mud without sinking in that deep...this one however was different, he sank in at least quater of a millimeter from the sounds of the Mud. The Hunter breathed in and turned its head to a side. So that the side of its head (Where its ears were situated.) were pointing in its direction. It was sort of a...a rubbing against its leg...and the smell was like that of Tobias.
Hunter #1: "Chezk TOBIAS!! CHEZK TOBIAS ET CORRKS!!"
The Hunter on the lower branch snarled, its metallic claws being beared it leapt down from the tree. For a brief second it thought it smelt another corpse...but shrugged it off...a item of Tobias was up ahead, one that could possibly give them leads. Its arms spread out, its claws beared for all to see it sprinted...sprinted towards the scent...towards its victim...
(OOC: Feel free to beat up the Hunter as much as you want...but remember...its a hard bastard and can usually sense punches/kicks before they happen. Also its wearing metal armour all over its body practicly.)
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America: So soaked in Religion its seething with Sin.
"In Heaven all the interesting people are missing" - Friedrich Nietzsche
"America is the most grandiose experiment the world has seen, but, I am afraid, it is not going to be a success." - Sigmund Freud
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