The Journal of A Hunter (Kylar Blint)

[Kylar Blint]

Season of Summer, Day 45, 512 AV She will pay. I do not care whether she is lying buried alive six feet underground or ripped to shreds by my own hand, she will pay for killing John. The man did nothing wrong. If she has a vendetta against me, I'll go to her and put up a fight. But not yet. I'll allow her that mercy. I need to form a small group of peoples with different varieties of talent. As long as they catch my eye, or are Kelvic, like myself, I am sure I'll take them under my wing. But for now, I should watch and wait, in case The Mistress decides to send one of her many meat-brained mercenaries after me. I'll keep myself incognito throughout Nyka for now, and see what people I can drag together to form a team. I hear there have been rumours of ghosts in Nyka, so I am hoping that the promise of a phantom for the cause will bear fruit. I currently do not have residence inside the walls of the fair city of Nyka, but if I scrape a few Mizas together I can have a place to sleep. All the while I wish I could taste the sweet symphony of venison meat and blood between my fangs. I always crave my wolf form, but lately, huamns have decide clothes ON is the newest fashion, so I have to wear the damned things around, and I feel like a complete Vagik. It's not pleasant. But once I get outside these wall with a team by my side, I can release myself of these human chains. But for now, I will depart, as the streets of Nyka are dangerous at night, and I have to find a place to sleep. ~Kylar Blint