Polar Immersion & Ghost (Sometimes, a Slayer is just a Slayer...)

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Time: Evening

Weather/Setting: A dark brooding storm holds it's fury over head, precariously residing over a thick pine forest. In light of a freak snowfall has left the entire region under a sheet of snow that crunches lightly underfoot. Every breath comes with a fridgid white mist from the lips, and to every sound is a haunting echo throughout the silent forest. Bright, despite the blotted out sky in an ink of viscous blackness, and accompanied forlornly by a haunting melody of wind between trees.

...And....

Go!...

Things had gone somewhat well in recent hours for the man trekking through the forest. White and black furs dissipated his form into the surrounding snowy wilderness, only a vague outline provded by seperated weapons. A handle wrapped in leather made from dragon hide and tipped at the hilt with a single fang of Hadani's first hunt lay visible over his shoulder. Among other weapons were his left hip, being a short-sword and three throwing axes of no special quality, and, on his right being a crossbow as well as several bolts. The iron fangs of hooked bolts and the sickly shine of poison on others was visible now, due to his open coat to dissipate some of the heat that he had built up within his coat.

Hadani idly fiddled with a throwing knife--one of many--in one hand, occupying his mind with the light touch against its edge. His footsteps carried him onward, pausing only when he reached a clearing in the trees, the sound of the wind between the trees filtering through with a harried intensity before once again dying down and fading away into a silence that would be short lived. He set his eyes to the sky, measuring the position of the sun in his mind.

"Only an hour or two left until it get's dark..." he muttered to himself, sighing before looking around for any kind of natural shelter that would offer a respite from the cold.

The Shadowhunter hid on a tree branch, keeping himself in the shadows. Half an hour until nightfall... He opened his golden eyes, taking another look at the item held between his long fingers. The pen-like, twisted object that was reflecting the last sunrays into the darkened eyes. The silvery metal had a coin-sized diamond, which was surrounded with onyx, making a shape of a raven stand out.

He eventually stood up, and dropped effortlessly on the ground, his footsteps soundless. He once again stopped, removing his few selected weapons that were strapped on his back, and wore his light black armor, rearranging his weapons once again.

In less than a heartbeat, his form blurred, and disappeared.

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Hadani paused for a moment, stretching against a brisk wind and relieving his back of it's incessant ache. The numerous pops came at a slight gasp of enjoyment and relief, followed shortly by a satisfied grin. Momentarily he was under way again, furs wrapped around his form and feeling especially warm along the lower back. He flared the coat a bit, letting the cold air wisp through before he sat next to a tree, looking around yet again for any tell tale hidey-hole to take up temporary residence within.

There... he thought to himself, eyes narrowing past a dark outcropping of trees surrounding the flank of a small mountain. A dark gash that ran parallel to a fractured edge of the rock, exposed only somewhat to the brunt of any storming winds. It didn't seem to be an actual cave, more like water turning to ice over a great many years and gradually widening the gap. He moved to it, his foot falls not controlled in the least to conceal his location. After all, animals would be less easy to startle if you let them know you were coming. And it was perhaps in his best interest to ensure that his intended place of rest was not otherwise occupied. If it was... well, he'd just have to find another place, or at worst make a hammock in the trees and hoof-it through the night...

Hearing footsteps getting closer to the crack-like cave he was taking shelter in for the night, he gripped his sword's handle and kept to the shadows of the cave. He won't attack unless provoked.

Who would be around here? His thoughts drifted lazily into the air, and he sighed. What's the use of sending his thoughts through space when his dragon wasn't around? He was talking to himself for the sixth time in a row!

His grip on the sword's handle tightened as he waited for what is about to come.

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Hadani gritted his teeth as a gust of wind tore through the forest, wailing like a banshee as it stirred up the trees into a writhing motion. It seemed the storm was already kicking up into something nasty in the span of a few minutes. He looked back ahead, eyes locked on the cave that he was nearly to, seperated by only a few short feet. As far as he was concerned, he'd probably be willing to chase off a pack of angry wolverine's for that cave right then... though a bear would be pushing it.

The cacophony that rose up in response to the growing gale though made him consider what he wouldn't drive off for that cave for the night. He'd survive out in the forest if he had too, but he didn't take a fancy to another night of unsheltered rest. Leather and fur covered feet dampened his steps upon the stones to the cave as he stood at it's lip, staring into it's opening and seeing nothing else from his angle of view. Carefully he unclasped the crossbow at his waist, drawing back the string and putting a gruesomely hooked bolt in it's niche. One hand held it at the base, the other supporting it closer to the front, keeping it's sight straight and true as his legs pushed him up the ramp-like stone before the cave.

"Hail..." he shouted, realizing that his voice probably didn't get far past the storm. He crept closer, shouting out again, "Hail! Is there anyone in there!" Hadani shouted, crossbow sighted and ready for the worst case scenario--being that he probably may wake up a wild, hungry animal. Hopefully, it was nothing of the sort, but truly he could not guarantee anything. These were, after all, wild lands that had not been tamed, and perhaps never would be...

The Shadowunter straightened, although his ominous sword was still in his left hand, ready to strike. "Greetings. Would you mind identifying yourself?" The cold voice drifted through the cave, and echoed from the walls.

The Shadowhunter stepped partily out of the shadows, only his eyes were to be seen. " A civilian perhaps? No... A hunter?" He mummered to himself. Either way, it seemed he would be sharing the cave tonight. He just wouldn't let anyone stay outside in that terrible weather, in the end, it is his job to help those who are in need.

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Hadani stopped, his eyes focusing on the point that he imagined the voice had come from. He lowered the weapon only slightly, his eyes adjusting quickly to the change in light, only able to clearly see the man's eyes in the darkness. Still, he could put together a very vague outline of the rest of his form, particularly what appeared to be a blade in his left hand. Hadani could hardly blame the man, the wilds were a dangerous place and took none too well to the uncautious man. He could just barely hear the man speak, a low voice made harder to hear by the cave and wind outside. But, he caught what was spoken nevertheless, though he had to strain to do so.

"A Hunter of sorts, yes... I'd imagine that you'd be the same?" Hadani spoke up, nodding to the man's sword. After a moment, the cross-bow's sights wavered from the man's feet, coming down completely as Hadani shrugged. There wasn't any reason to be pointing a cross-bow at someone who was just staying in a cave--though, on the same note, he wasn't about to put the weapon down completely, preferring to keep it ready to fire in case his company turned out to be less than hospitable.

"This cave have room for one more?..." The Slayer asked, trying to search the other man's eyes for a hint of anything that might indicate his character, and his peripheral trying to capture the rest of his darkened form. He lilstened for any others in the cave, though somehow he doubted the man had company... all the better he supposed...

Golden eyes looked curiously at the man. Makes perfect sense with all the weapons he's carrying, don't... He trailed off as he once again, remembered that his companion was nowhere around. Eyes hardening with a bit of irritation, " I am." He finally answered.

A second later, his sword was glowing brightly, bathing the dark cave with silvery light. "I figure you're on your own? If so, the cave has some room."

The tip of the Shadowhunter's sword touched a few logs that had been placed in the center of the cave, which immediately caught fire. He re-sheathed his sword and settled down next to the fire, sword propped up against the wall next to a bow and a quiver of arrows.

"Make yourself comfortable." He said with the same cold, low tone. Eyes still fixed on the slayer.

Letting him stay doesn't mean that Silver trusted the man fully.