Mm... The Hunt took its toll on countless Hunters.
[ And she learned to recognize the ones at the end of their rope by a mere look. Something in their eyes began to fade and dull, esepecially as the nights grew longer. There were few who retained any semblance of optimism, yet still retained stalwart loyalty to their causes.
Eileen had been one of those. One more soul that she found herself wondering about. ]
Many, yes... Their travels saw them from nigh across the lands for the fabled miracle cure in Yharnam's Healing Blood. Many more stood unprepared of what they might face, as they described finding their way into Yharnam a matter most difficult. The night of the Hunt was their only chance.
What I found the most curious was a woman born with white hair and red eyes. All she told me was that her rare condition caused her to be treated poorly in her homeland. Her body was healthy, but her vision was poor. She hunted for a long time and then disappeared. I trust she must have left Yharnam...
Another young woman brought her child who had... ah... scarlet fever, I believe. Unfortunately, the boy passed away shortly before she reached Yharnam's gates. However, she had contracted an illness herself and accepted the Blood ministration in her child's place... to save the life of her unborn one. Even still, she hunted and with a certain... ferocity that I had never seen before.
[ You want stories? Oh, she has stories.
She pauses to take another sip of her tea. ]
I found the strongest of Hunters were those with great determination to live. Your sickness left you so frail... yet you are still here with me.
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Date: 2023-10-14 03:58 am (UTC)[ And she learned to recognize the ones at the end of their rope by a mere look. Something in their eyes began to fade and dull, esepecially as the nights grew longer. There were few who retained any semblance of optimism, yet still retained stalwart loyalty to their causes.
Eileen had been one of those. One more soul that she found herself wondering about. ]
Many, yes... Their travels saw them from nigh across the lands for the fabled miracle cure in Yharnam's Healing Blood. Many more stood unprepared of what they might face, as they described finding their way into Yharnam a matter most difficult. The night of the Hunt was their only chance.
What I found the most curious was a woman born with white hair and red eyes. All she told me was that her rare condition caused her to be treated poorly in her homeland. Her body was healthy, but her vision was poor. She hunted for a long time and then disappeared. I trust she must have left Yharnam...
Another young woman brought her child who had... ah... scarlet fever, I believe. Unfortunately, the boy passed away shortly before she reached Yharnam's gates. However, she had contracted an illness herself and accepted the Blood ministration in her child's place... to save the life of her unborn one. Even still, she hunted and with a certain... ferocity that I had never seen before.
[ You want stories? Oh, she has stories.
She pauses to take another sip of her tea. ]
I found the strongest of Hunters were those with great determination to live. Your sickness left you so frail... yet you are still here with me.