You should have known this would happen one time or another. There had always been a reason the
occupation as a fearsome hunter had been so feared, to a point dreaded by any average townsfolk,
denizen of any close city. Almost painless, almost, the swift, sharp talons of the crimson wyvern piercing
through your powerful body, more so even through your armor, the ebony, lanky talon pumping a vile
poison deep into your veins, soon beginning to course through your once indestructible body, now
feeble; laid to waste. You grimaced, flopping onto your sturdy back, raising a loud clatter into the wet
dirt below, your grip tightening around your hefty hammer as it flopped down next to you, like you had,
like a meager paperweight as the majestic dragon took flight, it's torn, fleshy wings flapping greatly as
it glided away into the once seemingly endless night sky.
A thick crimson fluid gently dribbled out of your exposed lips, as your helmet rolled off of your head as
you fell, your pale, dry lips as they seemed to slowly detiorate, much like yourself. The venom was
getting to you, your feeble arms unable to reach for a potion, even an herb from your pouch, as much
as they pleaded you to. The pain throbbed throughout your entire body, pulsating like a single raw
nerve. This would most likely be the end for the brave hunter you'd once called yourself, what everyone
of the quaint fishing village you originated from, even the people of Loc Lac had called you, due to your
impressive feat of repelling the almost godly elder dragon, the Ceadeus.
You'd even remembered the elder chieftain of the village, his old, worn hands clasping around your
shoulders as he seemed to bless you, almost forever, for what you've done for them. You swore you'd
seen a gentle twinkle in his dark eyes, possibly a tear crawling out or so. You'd notice the warm
embrace of similar reddened tears falling from your own eyes as the blanket of the night gently began
resting over of them, a sniffle or two ushered. Soon enough, your light, quiet sobs would end as you
allowed your final breath escape your lips, your grip around your hammer loosening completely.
You'd lived your life as a hunter truly should, a bright candle burning in the harsh winds.