06-27-2014, 03:26 AM
Sitting on a branch near the rainforest's canopy, Wolffe was humming happily a tune he couldn't recognize. His right hand was dancing swiftly with his knife, and though his mind was completely doped due to his certain assassination and possible second one, his senses were still as keen as ever. His eyes were closed as he leaned his head against the tree trunk, feeling the faint light's warmth on his skin. If seem from afar, he had a strange ghostly appearance, surrounded by a false aura of peace and tranquility. His lips curved into a genuine grin as he inhaled deeply, basking himself in the sweet intoxication he usually got after killing someone. He inhaled deeply one last time before opening his eyes sharply. The hunter scanned his surroundings before falling to the ground, landing skillfully on his feet. Straightening up, he sniffed gently the air before making his way back to the camp, in hopes to find Bodyguard and Protegée.
Wolffe was walking lazily, almost as if wanting to be caught. His steps were also too noisy for a hunter like him, though he seemed to ignore it completely. When his smell caught what he recognised now as their familiar scent, he directed his steps towards them. His mood had improved greatly, so he felt quite condescending. Once he saw them in the distance, he raised his hands and stopped at a safe distance from them. "I came to talk, I swear."
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