Today was the day he was to become a man, summoned by the Great Elder of Kokoto, and he was late! The only boy to have grown up in his Village, Borok. The village was poor, and prayed for his sucess, should he prove himself worthy of becoming a Hunter. His village would profit from each Mission he overtook. His thoughts swam as he burst through the trees, into Kokoto. The old man stood,
his arm folded behind his back in waiting, a smug look across his face. "Welcome young one, I've been waiting for you". The Boy fell to his knees breathign heavily "Fayal...F" he huffed again "Fatale at your service my Elder" he bowed in respect stood up to meet him.
The Elder smiled "You are late...but thats alright, today is a big
day for you. I have a ride into our hunting grounds waiting for you.
Before you depart, I want you to take this..." The Elder placed a
bag in Fayal's hand. Looking inside, coins were piled in the bag
and an amulet of white silver and bone shown in the bag. "Eldest one.
you are too kind, but if I may ask, what is this?" Holding out the
brilliant amulet. The Elder smiled kindly "That is my amulet, blessed
by our God Asura, It has always brought me luck, I only hope it will
do the same for you. The money will help you get started on equipment
Good luck my son, Hunt well". Fayal smiled, the Elder had always
been a kind soul to him.
He raised his hand to his chest in respect "What will you have me do.
The elder smiled "You will hunt a local pack of Velociprey that has been
killing off our herds of Aptonoth. The Forest and Hills are littered with
their tracks. Now hurry off young one, you will need the time" Fayal nodded
and ran off, still clutching the Elder's Amulet. He met the caravan that would
take him to his hunting encampment. It would be three days until he reached
the hunting grounds. He would be ready for whatever came his way when he
arrived. He stepped onto the caravan and with a second glance to
his Elder. He turned and sat in the comfy leather hide seating. Eyeing the
amulet, the adrenaline in his blood calmed. He needed rest for the hunt,
he closed his eyes and slowly drifted. The trotting of Aptonoth emptying his mind to sleep.
The caravan arrived, Fayal stepped into the clearing, he would
need to set up camp. He rolled out his tent hide, gathering the
various bones, ropes, and metal rods to peice it together.He pulled
the hide over the bone totems. Stretching it until it grew firm.
This would protect him from the rain and other things. His tent
complete, he moved to making a fire, setting down his supply box,
and finally the bedding. After a moment of resting, Fayal stepped
through the clearing to the fields. A herd of Aptonoth fed eagerly
on the vegatation there. He and more important things to do, he
moved to the forest. Paying careful attention to the dirt beneath him.
He soon found what he was looking for...tracks. He knelt down, pressing
his hand into the imprint, he felt the crished leaves inbetween his fingertips.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his spine, as a clawed foot sank its
way through his armor and into his skin. He felt the creatures weight
press down on him, he was pinned, he couldn't see it, but he knew that
this was one of the pack he was sent to hunt.he reached for his blade,
no good, the foot had the blade stuck in its sheathe. He reached to his belt,
grabbing the ball-like device on it, he closed his eyes and slammed it into the
ground. With a "whoosh" he knew it had activated and he felt the creature's
foot back away as it screeched in pain. He turned to it, his weapon already
drawn. He charged a plated shoulder into the creature as he pressed the blade
to its neck and in a swift slash, he cut its neck wide open. It gasped for air
and fell to the ground. soon going limp. Their pack had gotten the first blood,
but he would have the last.