Tristan scowled as he stormed into the hunter HQ. It was bad enough that he was injured, let alone that he had to go see the boss. A meeting with his superior wasn't his idea of fun, even without blood seeping from a heavy wound on his shoulder. He held it with his hand, but knew he'd have to wait until after the meeting to get it seen to.
Laken sat on a chair in the meeting romm, idiling a with a stringy peice of hay. She tried to ignore her father's booms and howls of anger at her. Sighing, he continued, "..and you you LEFT the HOUSE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!? That is unlawful, that is criminal.. th-that-" Laken stood up. "Father! I am not ten! I do have a life, I can control my own authority. How will you teach me responsibility if you leave me caged here?" She stopepd and turned as someone walked through the door.
Tristan rolled his eyes. The spoilt daughter of the bane of his existence having a temper tantrum. "You want to see me?" he said lazily, leaning against a table, his hand still clasped to his shoulder.
The man turned his rotten, red-raged gaze to the boy. "Yes." He said flatly. "I need you to watch my daughter till she can learn to proper respect for her father." Laken's mouth widened in immediate protest but she was cut off.
If it were possible, Tristan's scowled deepened even further. "And what if I don't want to?" he spat, rising angrily from where he had been sat.
Laken's father's eyes grew wide with a rage like surprise. "Take away your Hunting permit and feed you to the ogres. That sound tasty, Tristan?" He walked up to his daughter, pulling her to him. 'Keep an eye on her, she's a slippery one." Her father waltzed fromt he room and Laken's stern eyes looked him up and down. "I have better things to do, toddle loo."
"Don't you dare leave," Tristan threatened. "I may not want to babysit you, but I care about my hunting permit far more than that. Do not cross me, or I can break every bone in your pretty little body. Understood?"
She made a pouty face and waltzed up to him. "Too bad..." She tossed a smile... and a punch; landing a good one right across his cheek before darting out of the room and down the hall.
Tristan hardly noticed the smarting in his cheek as he thundered after her. His legs were long and muscled so soon he was close behind her. "Do you think this is a game?" he snapped angrily.
She chuckled and pushed a pile of weapons over before dating or the door and up into the fails.
Tristan cursed and tripped his way through the weapons. Laken had a larger head start now, but he was determined to catch up with her. He'd be nothing without hunting, and he wouldn't be hunting without his licence.
Kaleb ran into town, positive she lost the brute. She grinned and turned a corner.
Tristan caught sight of her turning a corner and paused for a second. He could catch her just as easily as he could catch a beast if he just did it in the right way. He crept quietly around the corner and waited for the right moment to attack.
She stopped and nodded at some people before moving further. Her eyes got wide and she attempted a scream.
Tristan hadn't noticed whatever had shocked Laken, so intent was he on catching her. He was behind her, and could only see the back of her head.
She turned and rammed into a chest. She nearly collapsed and looked up at Tristan. "Monster..."
Tristan was instantly on guard, and looked up and saw the beast. "Run!" he hissed to Laken, before drawing his dagger and taking a step towards the monster.
Laken didn't hesitate. She dashed down the street just like all the rest of the screaming people, turning a corner before being swept back my an enormous paw. She crumpled to the floor and glanced up. "Triston, TWO monsters!" She scrambled out of the way as it lashed its talons out of the way and clutched to her bleeding side.
Tristan swore loudly and stabbed one monster in the side before darting out of the way of its claws. He rushed to Laken's side while it was distracted by its wound. "Are you alright?" he said quickly, trying to assess the damage.
Laken shrugged off a wince and gasped, "Ya, doing great." She looked down at her two large gashes that had already commenced to ooze out crimson. She leaned down, grimacing with each movement and clutched a short dagger from her ankle. She glanced at Tristan quickly. "Don't worry about me..."