COLLINS, BREN OWEN

[bren]

This undergrowth is as thick as balls. Bren thought bitterly. He slunk through the forest on yet another hunting expedition. He looked above the trees and saw the familiar shadow of Gavyn. Still nothing. He listened carefully and shrugged. Might as well sit and wait. With ease he jumped onto a low branch and winded his way up the tree and plopped down. He was almost like a cat sometimes. Climbing trees and running across them was he specialty. He was like Tarzan minus the whole living with apes thing. He let one of his legs dangle down and the other close to his body. His bow was sitting on his lap and he leaned up against the tree with boredom.

It had been a while since he had caught anything decent. Bren had never really been the best hunter in the world. He was more of the fighting type. Cinita had always been the hunter. Oh Cinita. He hadn't seen her in years, not since the day that took the lives of her family and left her blind. It had been a terrible day. He still could picture the fires and the screaming and the bodies. Oh the bodies. The lycanthropes had been ruthless that night and there was nothing the mere humans could do about it. His father and mother both had been in the war along side Cinita's father. His older sister Ginevra had taken care of him and his younger brother Wylie. He had lost them both that night. His parents as well. He was alone in this world. He had just been 15 at the time. Old enough to join the army.

But the wars passed two years later and though he was still in the army he wasn't needed. He hadn't been in very many battles but what he had been was bloody, ruthless, and cruel. It was enough to break a man's spirit and he wasn't even a man at the time. He was good with a sword and a bow. But he was the best at riding horses. He had a way with them that none of the other army men had. He was unofficially anointed as the keeper of the horses at the ripe age of 17. He enjoyed working with them and silently cried each time one was killed in battle. But now there was no need for that. So he was alone once again.

He wandered the lands, trying to find work. When the tournament began and the humans were sided with Wynth he slowly moved that direction. He hadn't been with his own kind in years. He had come close to being turned vampyr when he had been captured for sale as a slave. That was a fun time. He remembered being given to a very pretty young girl around his age. Her name was Slyvia and she used him for well...physical needs. She was very persuasive and strong if Bren didn't agree. Gods she was a handful. She also liked to bite him during their time together. He did have to admit the bite felt wonderful and even though he felt badly about it looking back, he was addicted to it. She never turned him though and he was very thankful for that. He had gotten away by running. He had learned the stealth way of fighting when he was in the war and he used that to get out of the compound. He never looked back.

He had wandered his way now to Wynth, often taking trips to Terrinth to hunt and catch game. He had found Gavyn there one day and nursed him back to health. They were inseperable now. He looked up at the cry of the red-tailed hawk and grinned. Showtime. He got up and rushed forward, throwing caution to the wind. He was reckless and didn't think about anything before doing it. He was headstrong and never backed down. And he hated when others weren't ready to live life to it's fullest. Besides, it wasn't like he had anything waiting for him some other place. The only thing he still had in this world was Cinita and he wasn't even sure if she was still alive or not. But meant to find out.

"Gavyn! Dive!" He called out and the bird dove head first toward the buck, stratching it's eyes out. Bren grinned as he slid down the tree, one hand grabbing an arrow out of his quiver, the other holding his bow. He was balanced on the limbs and jumped, pulling the string taunt and letting it fly toward the deer. He heard the unmistakable sound of the deer falling to the ground and he grinned even wider. He walked slowly and confidentally toward the fallen deer. "Good job Gavyn. We won't stare after all." The hawk cock its head at him and gave a small cry. Bren cut out the eyeball and fed it to the hawk. Gavyn swallowed it whole and scooted toward him for more. "Not yet man, we've gotta dress it first." He said, pushing the bird away. Gavyn nipped at his finger playfully and Bren chuckled at him. "Here." He tossed the bird the other eyeball and it swallowed it whole once again. "You pathetic little beggar." Bren muttered in a loving tone.

He dressed the deer, taking all that he could carry and put it into his pack after wrapping it with cloth. He would be eating good tonight. Gavyn flapped his wings and came to rest on Bren's shoulder and Bren petted the bird. They were walking back towards the human territory, ready to scour yet another villiage for Cinita. She was the only thing he had left.

FACE CLAIM :: Matt Lanter
ALIAS :: Kathleen
EXPERIENCE :: 4+ years
CHARACTERS :: Murdoch Zarya, Kane Lyons
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HOW ARE YOU DOING? sweatin' like a pig! Texas sure is hot you know

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... Texas is hot? I had no clue! =P Welcome back with a human character, Kat! This application was so sweet, my teeth started rotting out of my head. ... In a good way. I flirted with the idea of making you add "her bites never broke skin" to the bite-ridden bondage part of your history, as that's the only way she could have bitten him without him turning, but I'm in a good mood today, so as long as you understand that, we're set here! Remember to post in the face claim and to contact myself or Ellie with any issues.