Staring silently down at the paper in his claws, he hummed a little, bright red eyes flicking over the information. The humming turned into more of a tune, gently bobbing his head from side to side, that turning into a slow nod as he processed the words. He has a target; he has a location and he’s been given a price. Now all he needs to do is get to where he needs to be and take out the target.
If you haven’t worked it out already, Rave is a bounty hunter. Well, his
side job is bounty hunting. Primarily, he works with Gens Anima as a merchant, trading items to and from other clans. Though… he does also do a
lot of thieving in the process usually. It
does benefit the clan, but no matter what, he ends up getting caught and in trouble for it with his clan’s leader.
Back to what he’s currently doing… he stuffed the parchment into a pocket for reference later if he needs it, trotting away from the ominous wooden sign in the middle of the forest. Pulling the strings of his hood a little, eyes glowing white beneath the cowl, he took off at a run, spreading his wings and jumping up into the air. He soared off, heading in the general direction he was meant to be going.
An hour or so later, he landed again, pausing to re-read the paper. Oh. Hold on. He recognised this place. He recognised that
name. This.. this was his clan! His target was a clanmate, his (hunting) partner, no less! Honestly, he has no clue how he didn’t recognise that before. Sure, there are a lot of dragons with similar names, but somehow the thought that it was his best friend hadn’t passed through.
This area was the very same one that Skellington, being the clan’s mortician, often works in, away from the main clan areas so no-one had to see what he was doing. Somewhere private for him to work and generally be in. The place reeked of death as it usually did, but this time, it filled Rave with dread. He’s taken the job, he’s got to do something. There’s a dragon out there somewhere that’s waiting to see Skel dead, they’re waiting for evidence that he’s gone. If the job isn’t complete, chances are another flyer will be put up and someone else, more willing to go through with it, would end up ending his good friend’s life.
He didn’t know what to do. Does he… forget their partnership and go through with the job? No, he cares about him
way too much for that. Does he go and track down the dragon that wanted the job completed and kill
them instead? Or at least interrogate them and find out why they want him dead? That didn’t sound like the most effective thing to do. Sure, he’s threatening a clanmate, but is it really worth killing someone over? Does he just... ignore it completely and inform Skellington about it? Honestly, this sounded like his best option.
Rave stayed where he was for a while, sat down, his claws at his face as he pondered over the possible outcomes of each scenario, trying to pick and choose which he thinks is best. Maybe he should bring it up to Agapi instead? Get the entire clan on guard to keep him safe? They may be a rather friendly clan, but if one of them is in danger and others know about it, they can be very fierce and protective.
No. That… that might not be a good idea. If word gets out to that possible future dragon’s clan that he was killed by a clan, they might end up getting into more trouble. Maybe he should just… tell Skellington. By doing that, he can fend for himself. Or actually get some help from his partner for once and let them both watch out for anything. Hopefully, after a while the dragon behind the job in the first place would give up and stop trying to get him killed.
Raze bit the bullet and decided to do that, exiting the foliage he’d been sitting in for a while. He pulled his hood down so his face was definitely visible and so that he didn’t startle the other in some way.
“Skellington?” He called out, hearing a startled chirp from nearby.
“Ah! Rave! Is everything alright? You need some help looking for someone?” He poked his head out, looking over towards the Mirror.
“Uhh… No, I just… wanted to tell you; someone’s tried to put a hit on you,” He said, worry lacing his tone. He pulled out the paper again to show him, handing it to him once he was close enough.
The Wildclaw looked over it, humming in interest, “Ah. Was probably the mate of that one Coatl I took out recently. Don’t worry about it, bud. I’ll be fine,”
The smaller one didn’t seem so sure, knowing there are a good number of other hunters out there AND that a good chunk of them are
very good at what they do. He sighed a little, nodding hesitantly.
“If you say so. I’m always here to give you assistance if you need it though,”
“Of course you are,” Skel playfully batted him with a wing, smiling. The action got a small smile out of the Mirror. Skellington always seemed pretty sure of himself. Sure, it didn’t
always work out, but it did most of the time. He should be fine! But… Rave can’t help but worry for him. He brushed the thoughts away for now. He’d probably end up thinking about it more later.
Well, at least that’s dealt with for now. He’ll go back for another job later. That can wait. Friends and family first, jobs and others aren’t as important. That is how the clan works, after all.
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