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11 – Wyrmling

“Wow, you look like shit.” Bonnie glowered at Larry. She had a lot of reasons to dislike Larry, but his lack of tact was most certainly one of them. A fair-skinned and dark-haired hunter in a purple coat, Lawrence Kingsley also had a reputation among the Hunter’s Union. Namely as the idiot that decided toContinue reading “11 – Wyrmling”

10 – Daybreak

Bonnie pulled her coat on. She needed new clothes again. She gathered her weapons and strapped them on as best she could. She found her knife again. That was good, it would make things easier. She had remembered to bring a bag this time, and it made collecting the heads far easier. Most were alreadyContinue reading “10 – Daybreak”

9 – Lunatic

The next job Bonnie took was a simpler one. No escorting. No walking with the damned. Her skin still crawled and she wanted nothing more than to scrub her mind clean with the violence afforded to her profession. There was a Full Moon coming. The Hunter’s Moon. Worse things came out when the moon wasContinue reading “9 – Lunatic”

8 – Pilgrimage

The Penitent smiled too much for a man in his position. His body was bound in the marks of murder and torture, yet he smiled as his bare feet crunched the stones he walked on. Penance should be quiet, somber, and reflective, at least in most views of the act. Bonnie was not faithful, butContinue reading “8 – Pilgrimage”

7 – Silence

Success and failure came with the turns of the tides, or so it was said. Reality had other things to say, such as claims of socio-economic factors, random chance, and certain tasks just genuinely being too difficult to accomplish. And all of those reasons were, largely, taken as pithy excuses from those in positions ofContinue reading “7 – Silence”

6 – Angler

Bonnie had never really understood the appeal of rusalki. She knew what they were and what they were like: monstrous creatures that existed as corrupted spirits of the water, enticing unwary travelers into the water with them before pulling them down and devouring their flesh. She was aware of them, aware of what they couldContinue reading “6 – Angler”

5 – Ispolin

Goldie Leraje had a reputation at the Hunter’s Union. Blonde and bronzed, she cut a striking figure in a dandelion coat and a wide-brimmed hand over her braided hair. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief at almost all times, and her tendency to carry gilded weaponry added to her impression of wealth and success, thoughContinue reading “5 – Ispolin”

4 – The Deep Dweller

Of the many, many monstrosities that plagued all parts of this forsaken world, there were some whose names carried more infamy than others. There were those whose names were not spoken, lest they take notice, but they were in rare focus for the Hunters, for such creatures were the purview of the Church. No, theContinue reading “4 – The Deep Dweller”

3 – Geist

Bonnie Mercadi had seen manors before. She was never rich, but she’d seen them. In pictures, in places, in person. The last was rare, but she’d seen them before. Manors were too big. Unless multiple families lived under their roofs, they would always be too big, and most were owned by those who would ratherContinue reading “3 – Geist”

Chapter 2 – Varc

“I, uh…I thought all of your, er, type wore red?” Bonnie Blackcoat was a nickname she had. Because of the coat. The black one, with a hood that covered skin darker than most in the snowfields. Not the warm bronze shade of the nomads, nor the deep brown of the southerners. An olive tone, someContinue reading “Chapter 2 – Varc”