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Xariael swiftly climbed up a tree in the Yahotar jungle and dug her claws deep into the bark to keep a good grip. She looked side to side to make sure that no one was watching her. Her feline tail twitched as she watched her prey, bringing up a tiny amount of dirt each time. A large Mandagora. It looked as if it was wearing a green and white bray. It hoped childishly along the dirt road in hopes that it would also find some dinner. My ears pricked up with anticipation , revealing my fire red hair, and Caribbean blue eyes. I was ready for anything, I was starving, my blood sugar was on its lowest in three days, I would have eaten anything if it would have been standing in my way.

With one quick movement, she put all of her weight into her frond paws, and with a mental countdown, she pounced on its head like a tiger, teeth and claws bared. As soon as she made contact with the Mandagora , she sunk her claws into its fine papery flesh, revealing its Qufim Island snow colored bones. A large snap was heard as she twisted its neck to the left and then to the right. It then fell motionless onto the dirt floor, I stuck my redmage's sword into its back to make absolutely sure it was gone. When nothing happened, I sat down, crossed my legs and let the scolding hot sun shine onto my face.

It was beautiful, the jungle was full of twists and turns and not one of them lead to a dead end, you could hunt for hours on end without stopping, and when you did it was only because you were so exhausted from killing so meny of them. The reason why I was so hungry was because I was on a quest for a man named Gatsuu, he needed me to find a man named Maat and tell him that he would battle him in Jeuno that month. It had taken me so long because the Airship had had a malfunction and they were repairing it.

I ripped the paper like flesh off and ate it. I tasted like a spicy burrito, not really, but that's the best way to describe the taste. I was almost finished my Mandagora leg, when a hansome man walked up to me.

"Hello" he said. His words were so full of magic. But what do you expect, he was a whitemage. "Hello" I said curiously, I wondered why he was dressed like a level twenty when he was really level seventy-five. "Don't I know you from somewhere?" "Im not sure" I said dumbly, even though I knew he was known as the 'Best whitemage ever. "Well I don't know if you've heard but im looking for an assistant, if you will want to call it that. " "Really? What kind?" "Well, im making a new spell, called Aspice, and I need some 'Hunters' to get some items for me.