"Yes. Hunt."

If she was going to be monosyllabic, then there was no point in wasting too many words on her.

"I hunt with you. I run with you. You teach me your hunting style. I give you food."

Damion was not sure if it would reap any rewards - this joint hunting expedition that he was planning ...

Mea culpa, my fellow plotters. I have been traveling and thus was unable to respond.

So, there are two things that can be done regarding the timeline problem.

I can make the current thread I am working on as a flashback thread. Because it is inimical that my current thread happen before this plot ...

The pulse that was beating through his being was slowly ebbing away. Like a wave of dizziness, it only left a vague memory, and a dull throbbing. Damion let go of whatever he was holding, and life itself seemed to drain out of him. His hands seared as he felt the heat of the flame from the bush ...

Damion knew what to do. The dull throbbing in his veins - he attributed to anger. But it throbbed with power - like heavy beats of drum.

THUD THUD

His heart beat in rhythm too. Nothing too loud. Just a dull ringing.

He extended his hand and made a throwing gesture. Fire leaped again - this time ...

Damion hadn't realized he had been slowly getting angry. He hadn't realized that until the creature had stood up and walked away. Towards the cart. Belal!

The anger did it, this time. The fire that had been serenely cracking on the wood pile leaped into his hands like an eager pet jumping at a ...

Damion grimaced slightly. He had not seen one go through turnips and carrots like that. The lettuces lay in little shreds here and there - surprising since she had been merciless in her devouring.

And this creature had the audacity to ask for more food. He was half-scared that she would pounce on ...

Damion's eyes never left her as he watched her feeding frenzy with fascination. The meat had disappeared faster than a hunted rabbit. The marrow - she had sucked it through the bone like sucking water through a reed. He ought to be disgusted to see such a display of table manners and he was. But ...

Damion was surprised to find himself not raging at the creature. To begin with, she was clearly not human. Even in her nature, she was uncouth - fitting her appearance. Damion had little love for such beings. He considered them mistakes - burrs on a smooth surface. Blemishes on a painting. There was ...

The gleam of the sword caught Damion's eye - but that was not the reason why he stopped his movement. Another gleam had caught his eyes. And, as before, several things had happened.

Her eyes were glowing - like tiny full moons. There was a power in them - that seemed to curdle his blood. He felt ...

Damion's breath came in short gasps. He had been careless. Her lunge at him had made him motionless - and he had stood stock-still, not thinking about using the sword, not thinking about trying to use magic. He had expected his pathetic, dirty life to flash in front of his eyes - and all that he saw ...

Damion cursed as he landed on hard stone, scratching his elbows and knees in the process. He hadn't been quick to change the direction of his thrust. He braced for the return blow from the mysterious intruder and was surprised to hear a grunt.

Damion turned around and very nearly lost his balance ...

Damion stood motionless. The only sound that reached his ears was the subdued crackling of the fire behind him. He wished the fire had been inside.

He heard a distinct hiss coming from his right, and he quickly oriented himself towards the sound. The shadows of the twisted trees and the maze-like ...

Damion was trying to sculpt the fire into different shapes. There was no use. At times, he would feel as if the fire was bending like hot iron, and then it would wiggle out of his mental grip with a whiplash that would sear his vision. This was dangerous. His lips curved in a nervous smile as he ...

Lightning pierced through the dark clouds like a jagged phallus thrusting at the barren earth with rage more than passion. Rage at the infertility of the brown earth. The rage echoed within Damion as he fumed over the meagre, shrivelled vegetables he had been forced to buy at Shim. The farmers had ...

Name : Damion Marka
Age : 22
Race : Human
Height : 5'10''
Weight : 64 kgs
Hair color : Red
Eye color : Grey
Build : Thin, skinny

History :

Damion was born a bastard. His mother - Ilyena - had been one of the prettiest women in the seedier places of Marn, and it had only been inevitable ...