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Jul 9 2017, 03:54 PM
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The Huntsman was getting used to this life in the woods. The wolves made him feel like he actually had family, and, they had been for the last 19 years. He was happy with his life out here, and, nothing would ever change that.<br>
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He had woken up to the sound of hunters coming in their direction, The Huntsman had awoken Link and summoned the other wolves, telling them all to get out of here. The Huntsman then prepared his bow and arrow and made his way towards the direction of the noise.<br>
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Hearing that Link was following him, he wasn't really going to argue, and, instead just walked towards the direction of the noise, and, soon peeked out from behind the trees, watching for a moment.<br>
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The Huntsman prepared his bow and arrow, and, fired at one of the men to get them away from the direction where the wolves were. He may be a hunter himself, but, wolves were one creature he would always protect no matter what the risk.<br>
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After he fired the arrow, he hid behind the tree and soon heard them running off. So that had worked and the wolves were safe for now.<br>
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The Huntsman continued to walk the path of the Forest, as he heard Link moving with him. "For now they are safe boy" The Huntsman said, as he stood at the top of a hill and just looked out for a moment.<br>
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Soon he heard another noise and then looked down. He spotted a little girl stuck underneath a branch as an angry creature was moving towards her. "Oh no" The Huntsman said under his breath before running towards her direction down the hill.<br>
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The Huntsman knew he had to be quiet, and, so he casually and silently stopped just far enough away to get a good shot at the creature. He fired his arrow, and, soon the creature was dead.<br>
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He ran towards the girl and knelt down next to her. "You need to be careful. You never know what creatures are lurking around this place" The Huntsman said, before helping her loosen her foot from the branch.<br>
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He couldn't help but wonder where this girl's parents were. After he got the girls foot loose, he soon heard the rustling of some bushes nearby.
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Graham had spent the night staying at Tiger Lily's camp with her. While he couldn't completely feel something for her, he was enjoying what he was managing to get out of him when he was with her.
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He didn't know whether she would miss him if she woke up, and, he was gone. But he had some patrolling to do before everyone woke up. Graham couldn't be a proper watcher if everyone was there.
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Graham woke himself up, and, placed a gentle kiss on Tiger Lily's forehead. Before standing up and after leaving a note telling her to meet him at Granny's when she woke up, Graham grabbed his jacket, and, the bow and arrow he always kept with him when he was out here, and, made his way out of her house.
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He smiled as he saw Link waiting for him. "Hey boy. Come on let's go." Graham said, moving his head to signal to walk, before walking along himself. With the zombie attacks coming full form, Graham knew that he would probably need to be on his guard, especially when it came to his hunting skills, with his aim.
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Graham continued to walk the Forest, before he saw that man Prince Charming running from something in town. He let out a soft sigh, before preparing his bow and arrow, and, taking his aim, before firing as they both reached the edge of the Forest.
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Giving a soft smile he looked at the man's direction. "We need to stop meeting like this."

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Jun 27 2017, 03:04 PM

"Come on Link. We need to get out of here" The Huntsman and his wolf began running through the Forest, as he heard the sound of the other hunters getting closer to them and the other wolves. He wasn't going to let them get to Link or the others. They were the only family he had, since he was abandoned in these woods at birth.

Keeping his bow and arrow close to him, The Huntsman took Link and the other wolves to the clearing, before hiding behind the trees and waiting for the hunters to turn up. He would make sure they didn't go near them. Or set foot in this part of the Forest again.

The Huntsman was crouched behind a bush, as he kept his hand on Link's fur as he sat beside him. They protected him, so this was his way of protecting them.

Hearing the footsteps getting closer, he positioned himself and got the bow and arrow ready to fire. He took his aim, but, soon noticed it wasn't a hunter. Instead it was a pretty young girl who didn't look much older then he was.

So instead he just fired close enough to them to scare them away. Because he didn't want to kill them, but, he also didn't really feel like company, and, just wanted to be alone.

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Graham had fallen asleep in the Forest again, although he had struggled to actually stay asleep. His dreams lately were full of the images of Regina taking his heart, and, locking it up in her vault. It was the moment he truly became a victim to magic. Before that he'd been free.
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He didn't know why he was thinking about it now. Maybe it was because of that woman Tiger Lily and him needing reminding that he couldn't truly ever feel anything for her. Not thanks to the woman who had ripped his heart out just because he grew a conscience, and, crushing it, because he didn't want to be with her.
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Graham didn't know what time exactly it was, but, he knew that he wasn't going to be able to get straight back to sleep. He needed something to blur those images, and, there was one thing that had worked before.
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Standing up, Graham straightened up his shirt, as he neatened up his hair by running a hand through it, before keeping his hands in his pockets and making his way into town more.
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Graham didn't know who else would be up at this time, but, that wasn't really important. He just decided to head to the bar, and, drink for a bit. It had solved a few of his problems before, and, right now he didn't need those images in his head. They had only just gotten out of his head.
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Keeping his hands in his pockets, Graham pushed open the door to the Rabbit Hole, which luckily stayed open a bit later then any other places. Graham let out a soft sigh as he walked inside of it, and, making his way towards the counter. "Beer thanks bar-tender." Graham said, as he sat down on a stool.

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May 27 2017, 07:42 PM
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The Huntsman had woken up as he usually did, with his head resting on Link. This was his usual set-up in this Forest, sleeping under the trees, with only the wolves for company.
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But, he didn't mind, it's how he'd been since he was a baby left in the woods with only these wolves. He was all grown up now, and, he had grown up with his knowledge of the woods, and, hunting. Thanks to watching the wolves and the way they did things here.
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He adjusted the fur that he wore around himself, as he stood up, and, just stretched for a moment. As he looked around he noticed that this part of the forest was as empty as ever right now.
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Which didn't mean that there wouldn't be people here soon, it just meant that it was early enough in the day for it not to be anything to worry about just yet.
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Placing the quiver of arrows and his bow over his shoulder, The Huntsman decided to take an early morning walk, and, soon he decided to get a drink from the water in the river. Keeping Link by his side to watch guard, The Huntsman knelt down by the edge and scooped some water up in his hands, taking a drink.
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Soon he heard an all too familiar sound coming from one edge of the woods, and, he quickly stood up preparing arrows in case they came near Link or the other wolves. They may be hunters, but, so was he. He just didn't hunt wolves.
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When he heard that they were passing by, The Huntsman put the arrow back in his quiver and put the bow back over his shoulder as he just continued to walk through the Forest for a bit.
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Soon The Huntsman reached a hill in the woods, and, he just sat down with Link to enjoy the view for a while. The Huntsman soon noticed an angry animal following a blonde girl, and, he just watched for a minute to make sure that they weren't going to hurt the girl.
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