Sometimes the hunted can be the hunter. Or is it that the Succubi hunt the unwary?
By TeraS and Entranced
Jason looked up to the woman, surprised and suddenly struck by how beautiful she was.
His face covered in camouflage and a quiver full of arrows on his back, Jason felt rather silly all of the sudden. Then again, here was a mounted rider in the forest, who looked absolutely stunning, speaking like a English Duchess. ((Or Queen…))
Jason blinked and dismissed the sudden thoughts of midevil chivalry and court life. There simply wasn’t anything in the world like that anymore. At least not here in America.
Suddenly, Jason’s usual social cues took over, even in this strange setting.
“Sorry, miss. I thought I was on public land. I didn’t see any signs to warn off any trespassers and the park ranger told me all twenty square miles was national parkland.” Jason frowned.
“I’ll get out of here, let me just…” Jason fumbled into his pockets for his compass and was stunned to find the thing spinning out of control. It was a strange sight. There shouldn’t be that much magnetism anywhere, except near a LOT of metal.
Jason looked back up at the strange woman and sighed, once, the imagine of the fleeing deer in his mind, strangely.
“I’m sorry miss. My ahh…compass is broken. If you could just tell me the way off your land, I’ll head that way now…”
She considered him and then said, “The lands upon which you tread are, in their way, for everyone, they are in another way for those that appreciate them more.” Her horse shifted position to his right and then she continued, “It is, generally, expected of those that enter that they tread lightly and leave these lands as they are… That was the agreement when access was given to some of it… You should have been made aware that this part of the lands is private. Only certain persons are welcomed, nay, allowed to be standing where you are Sir….”
She patted her hose’s mane and then asked, “To be here, especially one that is obviously a hunter, is rare and somewhat surprising… Pray tell what drew you to this place? More importantly, besides your sudden need to leave, what would be have done? And why the immediate need to escape? Are you the hunted and the hunter in one?”
A long look followed that with a last question, “Is chivalry not still important to those of honour? Is not having honour important? It would be pleasant if you might remember that in your words Sir…”
The entire experience was so surreal.
Jason shouldered his bow, tilting his head, looking at the woman and suddenly feeling drawn in to her world.
“I was hunting a deer through this forest, miss. She was quite beautiful. It was my intent to continue the hunt until I had killed her and taken her body back with me to my home…”
Jason blinked, never having thought or explained hunting like this before.
“I’m not sure what drew me to this place. A need to feel alive again? A need to feel the thrill of the chase? Perhaps I knew ultimately that I would meet a force in this forest which would give chase?”
Jason thought for a second, amazed at the tranquil setting and the strange words which poured out of his mouth.
“My name is Jason McCallister, miss. It’s a pleasure to meet you…and I hope I haven’t disturbed your ride by coming through here.” Jason’s eyes flashed to her chest but then quickly to her eyes, where a gentleman’s eyes should be.
Jason swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.
I really should have offered him water in my reply…