MF the demon hunter

A Quick Trip

As the demon struck down onto the ground, MF would dodge to the side, sticking his dagger in the demon's side. It would roar in pain, falling to the ground; he'd look down at it, then pull his dagger back out of it's side. He'd stab the demon in it's neck, killing it. ^...Jesus that took forever.^ He'd say, looking out of breath; the demon would turn to ash, all that remained of it being it's heart. He'd would pick up it's heart, inspecting it, ^Let's see...fair size, blue color...dammit, I thought that one would be at least a scout.^ He'd shake the heart of some blood, then putting it in his vest pocket, sheathing his dagger to his side.

MF would stand there, looking around for a way to go, then started walking in a seemingly random direction. He'd be 6 feet tall, having a blood red long sleeve shirt under a brown vest. He'd have worn jeans on and jet black shoes, on his belt strap would be a dark grey sheath to his dagger; the sheath looked like it was made of wood from its texturing. On the other side of his hip, he'd have a walkie talkie like radio, which produced a sort of static whenever he didn't speak through it. He'd have a mask on, but this mask covered his whole face, almost to the ears; it'd be pure white with stitching all along the edge of the mask, connecting with his head. The mask would be smooth, except for the somewhat sharp point at where his nose would be, the rest of the mask coning to the point.

As MF walked, a small bat like creature would fly down, landing on his shoulder. The creature, however, would be a demon. The demon would be tiny, about a foot tall; it's body and head were colored a blood red, with its wings being colored orange like a flame. It had three talons on it's double knee'd legs, like a dog's back legs; with the feet being chicken like, but fleshy. It's wings, having small curved tips at the end of the wings; it's body would be slouched, having a spiny back with a tiny tail at the bottom of it. It'd have one big eye, who's pupil looked like a plus with a dot where the lines intersected. It'd have big bat like ears, and no other facial features. When it blinked it had two sets of eyelids, one horizontal, and one vertical, like a crocodile; it would squeak at MF despite having no mouth, sounding like a chew toy and a mouse.

MF would look at the demon, ^What's up Watcher? Getting hungry?^ Watcher would nod. ^Alright, just give me...maybe an hour or so to get to some place to I can trade in this heart, okay?^ Watcher would squeak back in response, ^Okay good.^ He'd continue walking, not knowing where he was going at all. He'd feel a cold chill next to him, ^What is it Wraith?^

A demon would uncloak, being about 5 feet tall with a long ghostly tail. They'd be floating, having a fairly skinny body which was the same blood red color as Watcher's; only having their right arm. It's tail would be that same flame orange color Watcher's wings had; it'd have skinny and long goat like horns on it's head, curving around once before pointing forward with it's head. It'd also be wielding a broken sword, the guard of the sword would be curved, one end of the guard following the blade while the other followed the grip for about two inches. It'd have only a mouth on it's face, a sharp, toothy, mischievous grin being seen. "Hello bosssss, I ssssee you killed that demon."

^Yes I did, but it wasn't even a scout.^

"A sssshame."

^A bit, but whatever.^ He'd continue to walk, walking through thick woods, trees of all sorts all around him, with dead leaves littering the ground. Watcher would look around as they walked, keeping an eye out for anything out of the unusual. ^Where's Tank?^

"He'ssss sssstill catching up...assss alwayssss." He sounded annoyed by the fact.

^Give him a break Wraith, he's much older than you and me combined.^

"I know, but it'ssss annoying waiting for him every time we move."

^I know it is, but patience is a good thing to learn, plus it's not like he's trying to be slow, he's going as quick as he can.^