Hawk

Finally. It had taken a very long time, a lot of chasing, a lot of tailing… but finally, there he was right in front of him. This should have been the one that Trip Wire was after. After all, the guy matched the description to a T. Now that they’re face to face, Trip checks his notepad, and after ... View More

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Hawk

The crimson stallion raised an eyebrow at the strange question coming from the technician. Taking a moment to look him up and down subtly, he would reply shortly after. "Who are you?" he simply asked, the low and calm baritone in his voice seemingly devoid of any known emotional intonations. By the ... View More

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Trip Wire

Trip’s idle eyes scan Hawk’s face a moment longer, he hums. “Uhh…” next he lowers his gaze and reads through his notes again. “Isn’t this Saddle Hill, 314…? I’m here to fix the breaker.” He demonstrates his tool bag and points at the tag in his uniform.

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Hawk

"You may have the wrong address." Hawk replied.

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Bright Brave

👁👁 These are awesome S-level posts.

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Seafoam Wake

"Do you believe Equestria requires more dangerous ponies?" Her question landed with the impact of a bullet, his very existence drew into question by a collection of words. Dangerous ponies? Herself? Him? Every roadblock Hawk has faced? How much of it is good for Equestria...

This clearing in the f... View More"Do you believe Equestria requires more dangerous ponies?" Her question landed with the impact of a bullet, his very existence drew into question by a collection of words. Dangerous ponies? Herself? Him? Every roadblock Hawk has faced? How much of it is good for Equestria...

This clearing in the forest isn't a wholly unusual spot to encounter strangers. While a touch out of the way, the trail guide found at the park's resource center lists the location by the main walk route. That hardly stops pegasi from gliding to the location whenever they felt like it, but why be on a nature trail if you're going to fly through it? Thus it is a somewhat rare occurrence. Rarer yet, Seafoam had shown herself beside Hawk in the most unusual fashion. Surely it was impossible to walk anywhere in this forest without disturbing a rock, a stick, any fallen leaf or seed. Why, most of the grass would hint to hoofsteps disturbing their blades. But she clearly walked up to him without so much as a sound until she spoke at his right to take his attention. The blue mare was a comfortable 5 foot span from Hawk. Close enough to converse, but not close enough to intrude on personal space. However this would be the only comfort of her presence. Unlike Hawk's appearance, Seafoam held a first impression that could easily be spun as off-putting, if she presented herself at just the right angles. Most attention-grabbing were a pair of carnivorous (though in reality vampiric) fangs protruding from her mouth at all times. With how unapologetically she portrayed them, the fangs are intended to be seen by all who catch sight of her. Was it a form of pride in her appearance? Or some other motive... But the fangs were nothing when one took hold of her eyes. Her pupils drew to vertical slits, enhancing cautious and perceptive eyes. One look at them, and the gaze could cut through you, metaphorically speaking, as if she could see your thoughts and soul... So here they were. Eye nearly to eye, for she was an inch taller than Hawk. She carried no weapon except herself, and those pointed, peering eyes. At least he saw her current expression was not one of anger to him. Perhaps he was used to angry glares, perhaps he was not. The expression she bore instead was careful skepticism. She wondered if Hawk's reputation preceded him, or were they mutations of a misunderstood soul? If the former, she looked capable enough to battle with ferocity. If the latter...

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Hawk

He turned his cold gaze to the pony almost two meters away from himself, shifting his weight from one side to another as he faced her with a stare of calm judgement and mild interest. He spotted the fangs, and then those eyes. It was unmistakeable, the clean diseased reddish hue in the mare's focus... View More

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Seafoam Wake

Seafoam did not seem appeased by his response. It sounded to her like what it was: a cover up for the truth. Hawk would immediately see the unfortunate consequences for his misstep in her narrowing eyes, and some important muscles priming for action. A tightness entered her shoulders, forelegs, and ... View MoreSeafoam did not seem appeased by his response. It sounded to her like what it was: a cover up for the truth. Hawk would immediately see the unfortunate consequences for his misstep in her narrowing eyes, and some important muscles priming for action. A tightness entered her shoulders, forelegs, and down her spine. And in her wings a looseness became apparent. They weren't outstretched, but would be ready if called upon. Further worrisome, she did not appear intimidated by Hawk's stature, tone, or anything about the stallion, really. It gave the absolute sense that he was the subject of study. He was under scrutiny. He had something to prove, perhaps to disprove. This meant the outcome of this encounter might be made through his own choices, and the impressions made on the mare before him. And one had to wonder what a mare like her could do to an opponent in combat. The only piece missing was a combative stance. Yes, she appeared to be on edge through a combination of his response, and whatever preconceived notion she had of him, but maybe she didn't seem come here looking for a fight. Yeah, she's not being easy with him, and the accusatory phrase she opened with was hardly inviting a calm, civil discussion. But if Hawk was perceptive enough, he'd get a tiny feeling that the only purpose she came here with, was the safety of ponies in Equestria at large. It all depends on whether she's the kind of mare to enact that protection through violence, or through words. At the present moment, it was a coin toss. And a third possibility yet, she's toying with her kill. Assassins have to keep the job fun to themselves somehow. Through any possibility or outcome, her eyes held their perceptive hooks into him. As much as he would be reading her stance and appearance, she was reading him threefold. She saw the recognition in his eye. Not of placing her visage, but something deeper within her. Was it her dogged spirit? Her vampirism? The weight of knowledge held by warriors and killers? She saw when his body ran ahead of his mind with a response, it was a large part of why she adopted such a tense posture. She perceived a... pain in his voice that matched the harsh gaze he studied her with. Was it a pain of sorrow? Or a pain of diligence in his ugly work? Did he deserve was the rumors and stories told about him? The heft and control of his muscles told of a stallion who could hold his own. Be that in the wilderness, intimidation, or combat. But she felt his posture odd, as if he were trying to let some of that go. But again, this could be of regret or a careful cover-up. And she felt a masked importance in his voice. She knows that even if he tries to cover it up, responding to her is important to him in some way. She will use this perception against his future responses, weighing up the stallion that stands before her in as whole a part as she can gather. Even if his next response is to lash out in violence, she will weigh it against all that she knows so far. How do you fight against a mare who can gather all of this from a stance and 12 cryptic words? Sometimes the easy way out is not to fight. But not everypony chooses the easy route...

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Hawk

Hawk was never one for 'easy', but for what was correct and true, even if it would cost himself dearly for life. And it did, it showed, from what little could be seen peaking from the edges of his eyepatch, barely noticeable scar-like tissue over his right eye, down to the feathered fur of his chest... View MoreHawk was never one for 'easy', but for what was correct and true, even if it would cost himself dearly for life. And it did, it showed, from what little could be seen peaking from the edges of his eyepatch, barely noticeable scar-like tissue over his right eye, down to the feathered fur of his chest that all but completely concealed a scar that should have been a fatal blow to him from some time in the past. He could *taste* it, that ominous aura being poured forth from this mare, something he only felt just once before, and it was a hopeless incident then, he had no reason to believe it would be any different now. Again he shifted his weight, but into a much more relaxed and casual demeanor, seeing her steel herself with tensed muscles and that look of pure intent in her daggered eyes. She was tall, even for a mare, he surmised. Just merely standing in her presence forced a feeling of being infinitesimally smaller on a scale that did not exist, which only triggered a primal urge to prove his audacity and worth as a warrior, this too also showed through the otherwise emotionless expression of his face. That was, until he began to realize a much more important factor, the why and who. She was no ordinary pony, and most definitely not related in any way to any other of the extreme few who may know him, let alone *of* him. This conclusion only led to one thing; The Order of the Black Rose. His old enemy who stalked him to the furthest reaches of the earth and beyond, even now, with only one goal; to kill Hawk in a twisted dark crusade to stop the supposed end of the world. Her first words matched well with this thought, they still echoed in his mind like searing hot coals, forever burning their marks. Taking in a deep breath through his nostrils, and letting out a nerve-steeling sigh, he would then finally speak up once again. "He sent you, didn't he?" he would ask, even sounding rather disappointed, let-down almost. He never wanted this life, but he would rather have this than the life he could have had before, as he would not be here today to stand before this towering monolith of a mare, who's very presence has accomplished what even monsters failed to do.

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