'It finally is over....the endless cycle of madness and bloodshed is over....'
As the Hunter rips his Hunters Axe free from the evaporating body of the Moon Presence, he smiles for the first time in what feels like an eternity. He was exhausted, in every sense of the word.
He remembers when he first arrived in Yharnam, seeking to be healed from a sickness that simply could not be healed by traditional means. He remembers his first death, at the hands, or rather claws, of the beast in the clinic he first awoke in. He remembers his fear, his confusion, when he awoke in the Hunters Dream.
It all feels as if it happened an eternity ago, when he still had most of his innocence, and sanity, left. He chuckles, remembering how he thought the horrors of the war he fought in finally made him desensitized to it all.
How naive he was, then.
The horrors of the bloodshed he had seen paled in comparison to the nightmares that resided in Yharnam, the madness of men who had seen what was not for mortal minds to comprehend.
But it was all over, with the death of not only Mergo, but the Orphan of Kos and the Moon Presence, the never ending cycle has ended. The Hunter was finally free..
He turned, looking down, and seeing the burning building in the distance. He started to walk back to the gate, then suddenly, he felt tired. So, so tired...
Before the Hunter knew it, he had collapsed, not knowing that he would re-awaken to a land very different to the one he had gotten used to.
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Remnant, Vale, Emerald Forest, 80 AGW
In a clearing in the Emerald Forest, a lone Beowolf wandered. It had been separated from the rest of the pack, having been ordered the the Alpha to scout ahead for any nearby settlements, and then report back if it found one.
It wasn't sure how long it had been, but however long it was, it felt much too long, since it last sensed the pure fear and terror of a human before it was killed by the beowolf. It sniffed the air, before growling.
A Human. It smelled a human. It remembered the order of its alpha to report back if it found anything but the beowolf did not care anymore. It longed to sink its fang into the flesh of a human, to rip it asunder as it cried and screamed in fear!
The Beowolf rushed towards where it sensed the human, growling and letting out a roar as it jumped out of a bush, landing right in front of the human it had sensed. It lowered its gaze, looking at the hum-
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The Good Hunter in a World of Bloody Evolution (W.I.P Title)
Action(Why am I making another story I still haven't finished writing my other stories why am I doing this to myself) After killing the Moon Presence, The Good Hunter re-awakens in a land both foreign yet somehow familiar, with the midnight sky lit by a s...
