ROLEPLAY

The sun disappears behind the Bataos and Alaos of the hills around Hoï-Cho. A silhouette slips between the Arinish and Slavenis.

This silhouette is none other than me, a hominid hunted by a relentless hunter. I flatten out in a shaded area:

"I've escaped kitins and black monsters, and I'll escape him too. him. "

No sound in the vicinity. Several minutes pass, slow and suffocating. Suddenly, a growl is heard, echoed by numerous yelps all around me. A pack of Ragus emerges from the thicket to hunt!

I have to fight. I leap to my feet and thrust my blade into the body of the first attacker. But the others seemed more cunning, surrounding me and approaching me with open jaws, ready to strike. Without warning, they pounce with a single homin on their prey, and I don't know which way to turn. My legs ache as the sharp teeth penetrate my flesh and muscles. I stagger and fall under their weight.

A Ragus has spotted my neck and lunges, but doesn't reach his goal. A detonation sounds and he collapses. Other blows fly, considerably reducing the carnivores. The carnivores finally give up, as their new enemy has not yet shown himself. When they leave the square empty, I smile. A smile that soon fades as it is there, erect, proud and menacing. From his purple mask, he tells me serenely:

"Don't thank me, Horranis wants you all whole and alive."

He changes the ammunition in his revolver. He targets me and, without apprehension, fires a very special bullet into my left arm. I'm overcome by a total emptiness, which lasts for an indeterminate length of time.
I half-open my eyes, my mind still a blur, in a Matisse house, sitting in a corner, surrounded by armed homins. I hear snatches of conversation, most likely about my price, but I'm not sure if it's the right one. it doesn't seem to be satisfied. Knowing him in his usual state, I doubt his anger is pleasant.

Unexpectedly, he was expelled and threatened by the locals. I don't know who I hate more at this moment: those who threaten the man who tracked me down, or these same people who paid for my head. He steps through the door and the warning rings out:

"There are only two kinds of homins, Horranis. Those who pay the agreed price and those who frequent the care of the Powers of Atys."