06-24-2014, 09:19 PM
That man's death slipped through Wolffe's hands as if it had never happened, which sent his senses into an overload. Few things were able to make him lose composure, but being denied the joy of taking someone's life was at the top of the list. His growls intensified in volume and, as he tossed the man's body aside, glared violently at Bodyguard. His whole body was tensing up, just like a predator's. Holding his knife on his right hand, he stood up and glared at him once more. "You're brute and an idiot, what a surprise..." He began to play absent-mindedly with his knife as he walked back to the jungle, always facing them. "You're wrong. The deal was if I killed him, which didn't happen. Watch the shadows during the night, no one knows what they might hold."
After implying the hunt was already on, he dashed back into the jungle, into his domain, to prepare for the night. The whole jungle felt so alive to his senses he was steadily heading to an overload due to the rage he felt rushing through his body. However, he was using that same rage against the intruders. Several plans began to unfold in his mind, preparing different approaches as he rushed back to his lair. He needed just enough time to get everything done, and he knew very well he could endure it without a word. After all, he had been doing so for the past seven years.
When Wolffe was finished preparing all his equipment for that night's hunt, the stars were shining brightly over his head. He glanced one last time at his selection: his survival knife, the bow he used only when hunting herbivores, and his utility belt. He was wearing a black shirt, his cargo pants, and his tennis. "You'll need nothing more..." He smiled quickly before tying his quiver to his back and hanging his composite bow on his belt. Swiftly, he took his survival knife and sheathed it, placing it also on his belt. Before leaving his lair, he looked at the stars one last time. "This time, it might be the last time they see anything..."
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