The Hunt.

[Wyatt Godfrey]

(A modern time rp where I am hunting a male/female dragon. Feel free to send a pm to me if you can play the part!)

I walk through the forest, having my backpack on with some rope, a flare gun and a bright portable flashlight. Looking around the area I could smell the musk of the forest bog, with the high trees standing tall, some light shining in and around on the old trail of myth and legend. Today was a warm day, with a nice bit of sun for the most part as I was about a mile away from the town. I was hoping it would be in its den when I arrived, then I could get it sleeping and tie it up, success! But that would be rare, as I could already hear it flying over head, planning its first strike on me whilst I looked so venerable.

[WingedZephyr]

I'm leaving the thread open so you can find someone else to RP with you, but I'd like to ask that 2-person RPs be done via PM instead of a thread please.

[LordFeline]

this is only 2 person? I figured there would be multiple hunters.

[Daemon]

Well, I'll join, I gez...
ALT FURSONA, I CHOOSE YOU!!!!!

Marcus stalked along the edge of the forest path, his Black Panther fur allowing him to blend into the shadows of the forest, his yellow cat-eyes glowing. His Camo helped, too. 'Who is this guy? Humans generally don't come this far into the forest...' That was when he heard the Dragons powerful wing-strokes, beating pressure down upon Marcus and the Human. Marcus sniffed the air. He could smell a battle on its way. But who won, he didn't know. He pulled out his hunting Compound Bow, and took aim at the dragon. He wasn't sure how effective it would be, but he shot anyway. The arrow flew straight and true, but the Dragon's size belied it's agility, as it easily dodged the arrow and roared with rage at the enemy that was not human, at Marcus, the more dangerous of he two. Marcus jumped at the roar. "Get the hell out of here, human!" He yelled, as he took aim to fire another arrow, which would probably serve to be as effective as the first.

[Wyatt Godfrey]

I looked to the black attacker for a second before then feeling the heavy pressure of the wings flashing push down upon me, making me run out in the forest, slowly preparing a contraption with a long hollow stick, gunpowder packed into the bottom, and a fuse for the top, all materials necessary in my backpack as I took aim for its legs and fired, hitting a knee and dislodging the knee cap as the little metal ball served well for use.

[LordFeline]

Carrie watched from behind a tree as a man defended himself from  panther holding a bow. the panther had jumped out from behind the undergrowth and began yelling at the human, before firing an arrow that narrowly missed the mans head. the man then, to her surprise, rapidly created an improvised musket out of materials in his back pack. its solid shot hit the panther in the leg, most likely dislocating his knee. Carrie slowly snuck towards the panther as the human fled into the thick forest.
"are you ok?" she whisperd into the panthers ear.
his only reply was a grunt of pain

[Wyatt Godfrey]

(I shot the dragon in the knee, not the panther!)

[LordFeline]

well the panther was black too.

[Black-Horse]

sounds of cannons and gun shots fireing in a long distance...