by parlaymars » Sat Jun 11, 2016 2:10 pm
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The hunter was very tall. Neat, black hair bound at the base of his neck kept unruly strands out of
his startlingly green eyes, lids slitted against the setting sun. Three days had passed since he had
reset his snares, nearly double that since he last visited the deadfalls. It was time for him to check
his traps.
A low, silent form slid through the forest on his left, tawny scales all but invisible in the dappled
light. "Verena." the hunter chided, raising a hand towards the beast. She stopped - for the
moment, but Verena was her own creature and no amount of Leto's disapproval would keep her in
one place for long. Her rider stepped lightly to the first snare, retrieving a dead rabbit and
tossing it towards Verena before moving on to the next. Another rabbit, and then a porcupine -
that was rare this time of year. Leto made a mental note to give it to the village seamstress after
he'd gutted and skinned it - as a purse, it'd fetch a hefty sum.
The hunter shielded his eyes against the setting sun, and made his way to the next snare.
The sudden silence was the first thing that alerted him to the wrongness that surrounded
this part of the forest. Previously there had been the scuttling of small woodland things, the
mournful chirping of solitary birds. This time of year, most of them had flown south. But there
was no birdsong at all. Leto, ever wary, approached the snare with caution. At first he could
hardly believe what he was seeing - a shapeless mound of gray, scaled flesh, it's foot and tail
mangled with blood. He dropped to his knees, hastily, and undid the first wire. The creature
did not stir, but the hunter could see the rise and fall of the little creature's chest.
"Hang on, little guy. Hang on."
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parlaymars on Fri Jun 17, 2016 6:13 pm, edited 6 times in total.
