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Banned because it's time for Stephen Fry.

Banned because..

Janehsi stalked her prey, her hood covering her face, and her blind eye. Staring out, she giggled. How easily this would come along, this murder... this hunt. She had been tracking the adunian for days, weeks even. Her sense of time was distorted, she rarely slept until the hunt was over. But she could see... she could feel her prey, this adunian getting tired. And she’d only attack when the time was right... and that time, that time of wonderful death was coming close. “Gu awn, leet’awl prey’ah... gu tu sle’awp.” she muttered, her grip tightening around her bow. Arnorian knew it. He was being followed, his own hood covering his face in a mask of shadow and cloth. He sits, crouched on a cliffside in the bushes, panting. His query had not rested, and nor had he. It was difficult to determine when the game of cat and mouse began, but to him, he viewed it as a game of Cat and Cat. He set his hand to inside his cloak, fingers wrapping tightly around the blade of the knife, the time was ripe and the predator was upon him. Janehsi hid several feet away, her own clothing, made out of the pelts of animals, and some of the sentient races, one of which was a kha’pantera she fell a few days ago helping her blend into the greenery. Drawing back the bowstring, she smiled her wicked, merciless smile she did when she was about to kill something. She then let the arrow fly, aiming to take the adunian’s life quickly. Arnorian blinks quickly, the arrow tearing past the bush from behind, embedding into a tree but a few inches left of his Ear..The game was in action, and the pieces moving. He whips out his daggers, for a longsword is no weapon in deep forests, running full sprint towards her..If this was to be his end, such an end he would have it be.. Janehsi smirked, dropping her bow as she drew her own daggers, both made of iron and locked blades with the adunian. Her left, sightless eye stared into Arnorian’s, her giggling madly. “Sa’vi, prey’ah.” she purred, going to slash his wrists with her daggers, trying to make him drop his own weapons. Arnornian rears back, the 'foul beast' taking him by surprise, a human Assassin he might have guests, but one bearing fur far from home was an entirely different matter. He madly clashes blades with her, Steel against Steel, tooth and claw..Eventually, he tires.. Janehsi grinned madly as she saw his weakening defenses, her using this to her advantage as she tries to jam the dagger through his hand as she goes to cut the pinky and ring finger of his right hand off with the other, to effectively cripple him. Arnornian cries out in pain as his fingers are sliced, staggering back onto the ground. He recovers slightly, lunging forward with his good hand, not going down so easily.. Janehsi simply giggles, strafing to the side as she goes to jam the dagger deep into his arm, slashing upwards as she howls with laughter. She was enjoying this hunt, too bad this one wasn’t so skilled as the others. How many had she hunted now? 5-6? Not counting the adunian, of course, but she still killed many an elf, dwarf, adunian, human, and halfling. Arnorian crumples, as the beastial nature of the creature was not a light thing to be taken.. He pales, the blood dripping out of him as sap from a tree, and his weapons fall. Among other things, a special bag, bearing a very special item lands beside in the mud, leaving Arnorian without anything in the world.. Janehsi leaves the adunian like that, going to investigate the object, but accidentally, she drops her dagger, it plummeting forwards towards the item. The Pearl smashes apart, and a profoundly...different thing happens. A flash, and then ash, for no remanence of the pearl remains, albiet a new clear gleam, found in the eyes of the Predator. Janehsi let out a scream, clawing at her face as something goes into her. Her skin felt like it was burning, her mind getting ripped into millions of little pieces. Panting, she crawled away, a voice in her head. It wasn’t like the others... it was different. “N-Nu!” she screamed, getting up as she ran away blindly, covering her face with her paws. A ghostly voice echoes inside her head, akin to the whispers of a bygone age.. "I'm Baaack.." This voice in her head wasn't a byproduct of madness... no, it was something far worse. It was Hanrahan Brae.

((Do enjoy, Kim.))

Janehsi looked at the sky. How beautiful it seemed to be, now that she had eyes. But there was something off… something dark within it. She had always paid attention to the stars and the moon, never the darkness in between those. That darkness… that void… it made all those little lights in the sky seem insignificant. It made the sun run away. Was it possible that this was stronger than the moon? Maybe… maybe it was. Getting up, she let out a blood curdling wail of pain, grasping at her head. Voices… so many voices… they all wanted something from her… EVERYONE WANTED SOMETHING! And then her sense of reality shattered, and then she screamed and writhed in pain, falling to the ground. Nearby, Emetaly heard the screams, her running towards the source; Si’Janehsi. Going to help the kha, she leaned down, touching the writhing and squirming figure on the shoulder. “Issa kha’ awl’riet?” she asked, clearly concerned. A demented giggle came from the kha’, who was currently clawing at her face, drawing blood. “Hee hee hee… y-yes… I awm..” she giggled, it sounding more like a gurgle as her face turned towards the other female. The face was ghastly, a face of a monster (in the sense that you would call a murderer a monster), not a kha’ with six kittens and a metz’al. Janehsi went to grab Emetaly’s throat, her claws digging into it. The Pantera yelped, gagging as she clawed at the hands around her neck. Janehsi, giggling madly, continued to strangle the life out of the Pantera. Emetaly gagged and tried to scream for help, scream for Rameethar, scream for Aeliake, scream for her kittens… but all in vain. But before she died, Emetaly slashed at the madkha’s left eye, getting a scream of pain from Janehsi before – snap! Panting, Janehsi let go of Emetaly, her limp body falling down as one hand covered her now blinded eye. No… she wasn’t Janehsi. Janehsi was dead. As dead as that kha’, never to return. Giggling, she wiped the blood across her face, matting down her fur with the crimson life-energy of her body. She then began to walk away from the murder. She then got off of the island. There was nothing there for her.. nothing there for this creature. She wasn’t Janehsi. That person that she used to be felt like a distant memory… a leaf in the wind. She was now something completely different. She was the Huntress. And everything in this world, kharajyr, elf, man, dwarf, orc or Halfling, were her prey. And by her hand... No one shall be the same... All will be dust.

HONK.

Banned no apple.