06-25-2014, 01:30 AM
Different night animals had crawled out of their hiding places to begin their journey through their time of activity, and Wolffe knew perfectly well he needed to use them in his favor for the game. He was going to need each and every piecee of advantage he could find, from his knowledge of the island's terrain to some special features of his to overcome his opponents. He kept on walking, his composite bow never leaving his left hand, even if folded, and started looking for a trail. He needed something, be it footprints, a scent, a visual objective, anything. The hunter decided to begin where it all started: the Northern beach.
He arrived at the beach as Orion, the whole constellation, was right over his head. The plane's burnt skeleton protruded through the ocean's surface, as if still trying to claw its way back to the air. Wolffe knew perfectly well people would start searching for the aircraft soon. He either got rid of them quickly or there might be even more people in his island before long. He walked up to where the group had been standing when he left and kneeled down. His hands caressed the sand gently, though he couldn't make much out of the scarce footprints he found. They were just pointing at the rainforest, though he had already thought about that. Standing up, he then made his way following the footprints' direction, aiming to find the group of survivors and slay as many as he could in a single night.
Again, the rainforest welcomed him with a warm embrace of scents and sounds, though he couldn't distinguish the ones he was looking for. He resumed his way until something caught his attention: smoke. He frowned for a moment before focusing and... Yes, it was smoke. He turned around, trying to locate its source, when it hit him. "They made a fire... In the middle of the night, inside the rainforest, in my island." He laughed darkly and shook his head. Those people surely wanted to get killed. The hunter sprinted off lightly, following the scent of burning wood, and soon enough was able to see in the distance a bright spot of light among the darkness of the jungle. He growled lowly as he took his bow and flipped it open, readied an arrow, and made his way forward.
Wolffe found them sitting next to each other in a small clearing, still far enough from them not to be spotted. His main concern right now was hot to get close to them, mainly because he suspected Bodyguard was someone who could interfere directly with his plans. He growled once more, cursing under his breath. He had prepared a special outcome for Bodyguard and, as usual, he had planned everything carefully to see him suffer and beg for his death, to which he would smile. With these dark thoughts in his mind, the hunter placed the arrow back inside his quiver, closed his bow, and climbed atop a tree. Once there, he stealthily made his way closer, observing his surroundings and crafting an escape plan if necessary.
Two of the women were close together, the old one and someone else. Protegée was right next to Bodyguard, as expected, and he appeared to look like a hound sniffing for his prey. Wolffe smiled silently at the sole idea of him being a prey in his own domain. "You don't know who you're messing with..." He stopped for a moment, thinking what he was going to do with the rest. He wanted a chase, something they would have to run in the middle of the darkness and get lost in his island. Then, he could pick them up one by one except that strange pair. So, he needed a trigger. He took his bow, flipped it open once more, and placed an arrow in it, aiming at the center of the fire they had made. Pulling the string, he focused and held his breath for a moment before releasing the string, getting a bullseye right on the center of the fire. This caused it to shake violently, along with the sound of new burning wood. "I'm watching..."
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