The stranger looks her in the eyes, a faint smirk appearing across his face as she touches his skin.
"Your lands? Wanderer, you've must be mistaken. This is my territory, and my lands to hunt on. From where do you ascend?" He said, chuckling under his breath at the preposterous assumptions which this Woman has made.
"I ascend from the towers high, I am an Elder of the clan of nightstalkers. We live with darkness, embracing it and it's benefits." She said.
"I see." He turned for a moment and ran his hand through his beard, staring in silence at the woman.
"Your name you have not yet given me, but I have told you who I am. I believe you still owe me that." She said, hinting with a demand in her voice.
"Ah, But of course, I have not. Although, you've never told me your true name, Nightwalker. That is what I have asked for, but have not gained yet. If you want to know me, it's best to answer completely." He tapped his chin with his index finger, walking backwards to lean on a wall of the somewhat dilapidated building.
"Very well then...." She let out a sigh"  My name is Jarrica.  Now, may I know yours?" she grunted a tad, having felt a bit more exposed than she truly wished to be. She tapped her fingers patiently, still pondering in the back of her head if she was going to have to fight her way free to return to her people. It shouldn't be much longer before one of the clansmen have noticed how late she has been out, and is now sending an Apprentice to track her.
"My clans has named me Wolfe. However, my birthname is  Jaden. I'm the watcher of my people. It's nice to meet you, Jarrica. . . it's very.. Fitting, for you." He smirked and looked into the distance, to see a member signaling him in the distance. "Hm, I guess I'm needed yet again.." He took a step closer to Jarrica, looking into her eyes. "Perhaps... I may run into you again?" He reached his hand out to touch her, but was quickly parried with one of her knives which was strapped to her arm.
"Maybe, you may.. Jaden. However, I think it best not to touch a wild woman without first getting to know them. " She smirked, and leaned forward to be inches away from her face. She looked into his eyes, and saw expectation in them; as if she was going to kiss him. Jarrica let out a small chuckle, and flipped her mask back onto her face, then pulled up the hood to her cloak.
"See you around, Jaden-Wolfe. " she moved away from the man, turned and darted back towards the direction which she previously came. Swiftly, she moved through the streets, leaping across anything that got in her way. Though she was sure she was quite the distance away, she felt his eyes still upon him and thought it best not to go directly back towards the eldars. An alleyway appeared to her right, and she took a sharp turn into it,scaling the building and retreating back into the dark. There she waited for a few minutes, trying to confirm that he was indeed, not following her.
He watched her leave, admiring her prowess. The thought had indeed crossed his mind to follow her to see where she indeed hails from but thought it best to leave the topic alone for now. The last thing he needed was to risk his life for a woman he just met when so many still counted on him. A slight sting could be felt from his wrist where she had parried him with her wrist blades. Raising his arm up to see the minute amount of blood that she had brought he smiled. It had been a while since any person had gotten close enough to hurt him, and it intrigued him.
Jaden sighed and thought it best to see why the clan was grabbing his attention. He licked his fresh wound, then proceeded to run towards his fort, looking carefully for any signs of this mysterious woman, or some of her clan which may attack him.

She hoists the game that she had won from the night up to the towers of eldars, so that it could be distributed through the clan equally. After the game had been taken, she waited for them to place the rope back in it's holster, and she let go of her end to explore her surroundings a bit more before going back to the elder's tower for rest.

The sun, now shining brilliantly between the clouds lights the down town area with the broken glass being used as mirrors. her eyes start to slowly readjust as she walks further, her gaze not breaking from a tree that she has spotted ahead. Her right hand retreats back into her cloak, to grasp the hilt of the blade for just in case she is attacked, she may have a heads up on them. She walks forward through the rubble which now lay astrew in the streets, until she finally gets close to her destination.

A rustle is heard ahead of her in the vegetation and she snaps back to being alert, crouching down for better mobility and slows her pace as to not be detected. Slowly, she's able to move away from the bush and find cover from a pile of rubble not too far away. Crouched down, she pulls her bow from her back with an arrow from the quiver on her side. Intently, she watches the bushes until finally a young girl appears. Shocked and bewildered, she loosens the tension on her arrow to better study this young girl.

Being entranced by the playful giggles of the child, she does not hear the man approach her from behind, softly pressing a blade against the back of her shoulder blades. Quickly, she tries to reach for the blade at her side when she is pressed harshly forward onto the rock, and the blade pressed harsher into her skin. She softly emits a growl as a warning to the predator which has now imprisoned her to an extent. A chuckle can be heard as he steps closer to her, to make sure she could not reach her blade.

"Who are you, Wanderer? Why do you tread on my territory?" He said in an overbearingly protective tone. A moment of silence passed too many for the impatient man.  "Speak to me, and reveal yourself, or you will not leave here alive!" he pressed the knife in deeper where it was now cutting her skin.
"Pull your damn knife out of my back and I'll reveal myself to you!" She grunted trying to get unpinned form underneath this man and the rubble. "Very well, then. However, if you try to attack me, I will shout for my archers to take you down in a moments notice." He said, pulling his knife away from his captive, and placing it back into it's sheath.

She turned to face him, and sat against the rubble which she was pinned to a moment ago. Slowly, her hands move from within her cape, towards her hood to reveal her identity to this man. She removes the cloak hood slowly, her ravenous black hair falling out and around where the hood had once contained it. With another hand she pulls her hair out of the way of the Mask, revealing the Skull mask she wore over her face to protect her identity further. She looked up at the stranger whom had caught her off guard. She didn't really think he looked too bad. His hair was dark and curly, eyes green like embralds, and was quite muscular with a few scars to prove his worth over time. She waited for him to speak, deciding it was better not to give too much of whom she was away.

Stunned, by what she looked like underneath it took him a moment to grasp that she was wearing a mask made from another human being. He pondered for a second on the thought of her being a cannibal, however the strange woman's characteristics didn't point to that. He gazed over her physique, and her weapons that were now laid beside her and thought she may be a hunter instead.

"And what about the mask, hunter. Remove it as well, and give me your name." he demanded, gazing down into her crystal blue eyes, trying to seem more intimidating than he really was.
"Very well, then." She sighed, and rolled her eyes at this man and thought it best to just do as he wishes, hopefully this can speed things up so she can get back to her own clan, and deal with the elders. She unlatched the mask from within her hair, slowly removing it to reveal her face, covered with animals blood, and makeup to enhance her intimidation in the dark. She blinked her eyes, then looked back up at the man, remembering that he had asked her name.
"I do not have one designated name. I go by several different names. Some, call me Nightwalker, others huntress, However my name that was given to me has been lost. It had died with everyone whenever it happened in the beginning. I'm known in my lands as Shadow walker. I am the huntress of the night, and feed my clan." She smirked and stood up to see eye to eye with this man, that had called her wanderer. "And, who are you man of the light? What is the name given to you, who are your people, and why do you come so close to the borders of my grounds?"  She raised a hand to caress his cheek, noting how sharp his bone structure truly is. A man with features that she had not seen in quite a long time. She wondered to herself who this man really was, and if he even planned on letting her go back to her people.. Would be a shame to have to end his life from all she could see of him so far.

"Breeze still carries the sound
Maybe I'll disappear
Tracks will fade in the snow
You won't find me here"

So here I am, back in my own world, eyes closed, taking in my surroundings one more time. Sometimes, the best solution to the hardest decisions is the most simplistic thing that you can think of.. However, not all the time do you want to listen to that choice because what you want, and what will be are two different things. Or at least that's the case for me.

Here I am, wondering to myself what is real and what isn't real. Am I finally losing my control over what I think is the reality? Everytime I close my eyes, I open them in another place, in another time with different feelings, different thoughts, and a Different outlook on life. However, No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to figure out what this all means. I'm surrounded by people that I don't know.. Are they going to be people that are coming into my life soon? Or, are these all fictional people made to fill a gap? I can tell that the me I see in my dreams is the me that I truly am.. The only difference, is my body is horrifically scarred from everything that I have went through, and have taken emotionally and physically. My arms have thick scars all over them from cutting. Which, makes sense, sort of. Every day, I begin to hate myself more, I begin to wonder what point there is for me being who I am and wondering why I decided to take this path.. I wonder what the point of being so positive when I have been so fucked is. I wonder why I'm alive, and what point my existance on this fucking earth is. I'm merely a person, surrounded by only a few whom can understand me, and even less that think on my level. Sometimes, this gets me to the point where I honestly just want to slash away at my own skin, to get rid of it and make me inhuman, and not like everyone else.. Not a drone, or a people pleaser. Then, I close my eyes and the same scenario plays out in my head, over and over:

Sitting in a room made of white tile, a pool of dried blood already on the floor, while more spills out of my arm, running down my hand and drips off.. Blade in hand, I slice away.. Over, and over, and over.. For nothing else but the feeling of pain, and relief.. To know that I am human, and that I really exist... To let go of my reality for even a moment, so that I can remember that it is alright to be me, and that there is a reason for me to be here.. Although, I keep going, deeper and deeper the knife penetrates my flesh, to where the bright red liquid is now flowing faster.. and I feel.. Lethargic. Then, Suddenly, I'm back into my reality, and everything is normal.

And now, after years of this same thought being played out hundreds of different ways, I think I can finally make peace with this dream and understand that it will stay here for a while, and may not ever go away.. It helps ease whatever I can go through, and pretty much drains me emotionally to the point where I feel so much better.

It feels so nice,t o just close my eyes, and not worry about the world.. I feel like weight on my chest of all my problems, my hurt, my pain, sadness, and overall.. just everything being lifted from me, and I feel like everything will be alright.. in time.. But, No matter what I tell myself, I always know that it will be longer than I expected.

I remember when I was younger, I used to cut myself, or gauge my ears.. I used to hide these things from people, so I wouldn't be judged as an attention whore, or someone that was doing it for fun.. I honestly think overall I wasn't cutting myself to kill myself, But..Because I enjoyed it. I enjoyed feeling a knife cut into me, to open me up and let my blood run from me. It felt calming, and like a release to know that I was there, alive and could have feeling. Through that, I was able to find strength and peace.. But, I had to stop.. I had to stop because I got addicted... addicted to the pain, and the rush that it gave me. I started needing to do more, so I started gauging my ears, Picking fights, and just started hurting my fucking self any way possible to just let me know that I do have some sort of feelings within me.. Because for the longest time, things have been in black and white for me, that the blood was a vivid color that I just fucking adored.

And still, No matter how many people I have in my life.. I feel alone. I feel like I am so different, and so complex that no one can technically completely understand me, but only parts of me and who I am. I have no idea what to do, what to feel, and just feel completely vulnerable and lost. I keep trying to figure out what emotions are actually mine, and which ones I have planted in my mind to keep myself from thinking to much on other things..

And through all of this... All I want right now is silence, darkness, and to find my light...