Beyond the Shadow of a Doubt: Hunter x OC

Hikes and Hurts

Hunter took a deep breath, pausing on the path as it wove its way across the cliffs of the island. Far below, the waves crashed against the shore, an ethereal mist rising to join the early morning fog that drifted equally across land and sea. A few fishing boats dotted the horizon, the creaking sounds of wood-hewn ships long lost in the distance and drowned out by the roar of the ocean. A river trickled down the cliffs, weaving its way down from the forest above and plummeting relentlessly toward the tumult below.

Quiet sounds of cows and fathiers grazing and milling about on the hills above reached his ears. The air was crisp, and the distinct chill of the change in seasons had required Hunter to adopt a layer more than usual. He cupped his hands in front of his mouth, blowing hot air against icy fingers as he idly sorted through the myriad of scents that he could discern. Salty water, fragrant evergreens, dewy grass... the musky smells of various creatures... the hint of smoke from well-stoked hearths in the village to the west.

He picked up something different suddenly – a soft, clean scent that he could only describe as floral linen. Chuckling dryly to himself and vowing to watch less trash holo with Omega, who had recently taken a liking to cheesy romantic adventure films, he turned from the vista point to scan the area. A large, hooded bundle was trundling toward the river, pausing here and there to bend over and inspect the ground before continuing on. When the bundle reached the river's edge, which was a series of large, flat rocks full of pockets and spaces that gave the image of tide pools, it crouched all the way down and began picking around the shore. Curious and surprisingly defensive at someone else's encroachment of this beautiful, peaceful space that he'd come to believe only he was privy to, Hunter tucked his hands into the pockets of his thick cloak and headed over to investigate.

He was certain the bundle was human, judging by the gait and build, but he wondered what had drawn one of the locals out so early and so far. They didn't often venture into The Forest (aptly named, he mused) but rather contented themselves on the western side of the island where it was full of meadows, hills, and a sense of community. He was a few feet away when he came to a halt, his approach concealed by the roaring river.

"Looking for something?" he asked, raising his voice above the rushing water.

The squawk that came from the bundle made him question if it really was human, and with one clumsy motion, it toppled onto its side, arms and legs flailing everywhere on the way. Hunter startled in response, backing up a few steps and raising his hands in front of him as the bundle scrambled to right itself.

"Whoa, whoa... Sorry! You alright?"

"Hunter?!" came a gasp, a slightly squeaky lilt in a familiar husky voice. "What the–" The words dissolved into grumbles as sand and rocks were brushed off and the figure rose to its feet, turning to face him. Beneath the hood he could see the center of Lyra's face, and he nearly laughed out loud in equal parts surprise and mockery for her entirely unmeasured reaction.

"Didn't mean to scare you," he said carefully, lips pressed in a firm line. He didn't trust himself to say anything else, instead taking in her appearance head to toe. She must have been wearing layer upon layer of clothing, all covered by some kind of head-to-toe suit that he imagined was to keep out the wind and rain. It created a comically shapeless result, with boots poking out the bottom and a hooded head that looked small compared to the rest. "What... uh... Whatcha doin?"

"You..." Lyra took a ragged breath, her arms lifting at her sides with the inflation of her lungs and lowering again as she blew it out in an attempt to calm down. "You scared the kark out of me," she said, so quietly and conspiratorially that he almost couldn't hear. He looked around, wondering if there were others nearby, but he hadn't sensed anything. "I like to come out here on walks," she continued, doing her best to speak normally but still sounding undeniably tight. "Neat stuff washes up on the banks, especially this time of year, and I thought I saw a piece of tumbled glass... before you robbed me of my dignity."