Into the fray (Pm/Invite only)
Apr 29, 2015 15:31:00 GMT -7
Post by She of the Mighty Bow-Gun on Apr 29, 2015 15:31:00 GMT -7
The motor of the rideback was so loud in this quiet area where only the sound of rain echoed, the venator opted to leave it at the border and fly on the back of Krogger, his wingbeats absolutely silent as they glided through the area scanning for life. From the back she carried veritable arsenal of archery classics.
On the back of this venator was her Rifle bow, Gargantuan clip with 2 slots of Boreworm arrows on its rack, razor fletched, a stabilizer attached for further distance capability by 10%. It weight 200lb draw. It was already loaded with a broad tip razor fletched arrow. On her left hip a pistol bow 60lb, loaded with a single standard bolt. A 40lb standard recurve bow, loaded with a boreworm arrowhead bolt. Her hip quiver have another 5 1/2 slots of bolts inside. On her eyes were a pair of Thermal, night vision, times fifteen magnification. Of those 5 1/2 slots of bolts 1 slot have tipped with sting tips, one slot with 2 with Matakusi bolts tips and the rest of her broad tips applied to the slot. Leaving roughly 1 1/2 slots of regular bolts.
Through the specialized goggles e kept the thermal vision cranked up to max, flying 210 meters above the ground, scoping, looking, her Suna headband was still tied around her waist with the emblem facing her back, covered by her royal blue cloak. It was hard to find demons these days, they were sneaky and so well versed in the ways of hiding among the faces of the normal people. That was all you had in this world now adays, normal, unremarkable people with lives then freaks like Claire. Traumatized by demons, haunted by them, followed by spirits till you broke down and because the monster that lurked beneath their beds.
So far nothing pinged on her thermal lenses but she was forever looking for anything. Tracks. Heat signatures, movement, nothing would escape this all seeing eye. Maybe she would even find someone who would spend just a fractions of them time with her. Being a Venator, a hunter, slayer, demolish-er was great but now and then it had its low key moments.
On the back of this venator was her Rifle bow, Gargantuan clip with 2 slots of Boreworm arrows on its rack, razor fletched, a stabilizer attached for further distance capability by 10%. It weight 200lb draw. It was already loaded with a broad tip razor fletched arrow. On her left hip a pistol bow 60lb, loaded with a single standard bolt. A 40lb standard recurve bow, loaded with a boreworm arrowhead bolt. Her hip quiver have another 5 1/2 slots of bolts inside. On her eyes were a pair of Thermal, night vision, times fifteen magnification. Of those 5 1/2 slots of bolts 1 slot have tipped with sting tips, one slot with 2 with Matakusi bolts tips and the rest of her broad tips applied to the slot. Leaving roughly 1 1/2 slots of regular bolts.
Through the specialized goggles e kept the thermal vision cranked up to max, flying 210 meters above the ground, scoping, looking, her Suna headband was still tied around her waist with the emblem facing her back, covered by her royal blue cloak. It was hard to find demons these days, they were sneaky and so well versed in the ways of hiding among the faces of the normal people. That was all you had in this world now adays, normal, unremarkable people with lives then freaks like Claire. Traumatized by demons, haunted by them, followed by spirits till you broke down and because the monster that lurked beneath their beds.
So far nothing pinged on her thermal lenses but she was forever looking for anything. Tracks. Heat signatures, movement, nothing would escape this all seeing eye. Maybe she would even find someone who would spend just a fractions of them time with her. Being a Venator, a hunter, slayer, demolish-er was great but now and then it had its low key moments.