Those not worthy of becoming the Wine become the Hunted. These unworthy are Sent to Eden, stripped of anything that May help them in the Hunt. Set free in the forests of the Island with no guide, The Hunter follows in pursuit. Any Hunting style is encouraged. The particular Hunting style of the Fyre King Was to Stalk,and Wait for the Prey to be worked into a frenzy. The Smell of their fear was intoxicating. The Man Being Hunted had run to the Center of the forest, The King shadowed and hidden by the leaves of the trees. The Man had stopped running, thinking that He was in the clear. Dark brown eyes, nearly black glanced at the trees across the way. The leaves of the opposite trees shook as if someone were moving within them. The Man turned quickly. Sifting down, The King ran his blade over the outer tendon of the Man's left knee from Behind. Just as Quickly as He had appeared, He was gone once again, and reappeared in the trees to the right of where He had been before. The Man's screams, and groans of pain were music. He was tough though, limping along as fast as He could to seek Shelter. He shouted out into the forest, words of Hatred to His Hunter Echoed, and faded. Limping to the edge of the Forest, He leaned against a tree once He thought He was safe again. The tree He leaned against burst into flames. Jumping away, The Man fell against His Hunter's chest. Unbudging, The King stood calmly.
A slight tilt of His head, and His eyes bled from Dark Brown to Black with Fiery Irises. The Man attempted to Back up, only to have a hand grasp His throat, and throw him to the ground with full force. The grip tightened, a blade held in the opposite hand. The Demon that Resided in the King had come out to play. The flat edge of the blade moved along the Man's torso slowly as He struggled for breath. Nothing was felt as the Man Clawed, and fought. Gouges were made into the Demon's arm, and blood flowed, but His hold did Not loosen, and His face remained cold and emotionless. The Blade turned, slicing along the skin. The Demon's Head Tilted, watching the Man curiously. "Which part should I take first?" He asked, His tone just as calm as His expression. The Blade moved down slowly, slicing the Man open. A choked, soundless scream was attempted, but failed. "Oh! I'm sorry!" He spoke cheerfully, loosening his hold on the Man's neck just enough to let Him scream and swear. A dark, sadistic grin formed on The Demon's face as He reached inside the man, gripping the first Organ He ran across, and pulling it out to Show the man. He looked between the Organ, and the Man curiously. "Do You know what this is?" He asked, genuinely curious before shrugging and tossing the organ over his Shoulder. He reached in for another, pulling it out quickly. The Man's eyes rolled back. "Oh shit, was that one important?" He asked, the sadistic smirk growing to a dark Smile. "I should probably put that back..." He whispered, shoving the organ back in,and digging around for another. He grabbed the intestines this time, pulling them out, and letting go of The Man's throat so He could use both Hands. Pulling as He moved back, the intestines slipped out even more, the man crying out until there was no more sound from him. Still, The Demon continued, pulling the intestines,and wrapping them around opposite trees like a Giant slingshot. Running back to the now near dead body, He began pulling organs out, and running back to his intestinal slingshot. Placing the organ in the center, He pulled back before yelling "Fire!" With great enthusiasm, and releasing his hold. The Organ flew off deep into the forest. Once it was out of sight, He ran to the body again, and pulled out another. He repeated the Process with Joy until there were no more organs to fling into the forest. Running back to the body, He began to rip parts off to shoot. The final piece was the Head.
With the body now gone, The demon returned inside the King. Black eyes returned to Hazel, all feeling returning to the Body. Looking down at the gouges made in His arms, The King swore under his breath, and warmed his arms to stop the blood from flowing. He returned to the Kingdom to clean and dress His wounds. They would heal quickly. The Hunt was most definitely worth the slight wounds. A smile formed as He walked through the Kingdom. He felt Much better now. There was nothing better than a good slaughter.
