Scene II: The Hunter and the Traveler
A silver-haired figure, clad in black furs and fabric, stood in the midst of the corpses. Slowly, he sheathed his blade, not bothering to wipe the blood off. His dark eyes looked about quietly, as if trying to see if anyone else was nearby and alive.
Far away, he heard the soft, deep breaths of a sleeping figure.
His eyes narrowed almost into slits, and he dashed off soundlessly, searching for that prey.
He loved to kill. He's a hunter, that's what he's meant for. He is to kill, and to do nothing but that alone.
He trudged through the snow, slashing away at the branches from trees that blocked his way. He knew that the prey was around here, somewhere...
And then he saw her.
On instinct, he wanted to kill, and he quickly unsheathed his bloodied sword. But his conscience held him back, as well as the awe at the sight.
She was very, very pretty. Hair of scarlet red splayed about on the pure white snow, her pale porcelain skin slowly being covered by flurries of snowflakes that drifted from above. Her clothing attire consisted of soft, creamy colours, her feet adorned with brown mocassins. He looked closer, and noticed that there were silky white blooms scattered about her.
He'd never seen such prey as beautiful as her, as innocent looking as her, before. For some reason, he didn't want to stain her with blood like he had done to several victims before.
And he had no idea what he should do. However, he felt that he couldn't just leave her here. At this rate, she might die soon, of the cold wrapping around her.
He sheathed his sword, picked her up in his arms, and quickly started to walk back to the cave where he resided in.
As soon as he got back to the cave, he removed his cloak and lay it on the floor, before laying the maiden upon it. He then noticed the woolen blanket he had with him in the cave, and covered her with it. He then grabbed some sticks from a pile of wood that he had gathered for the uses of fire, and lit a fire using them.
As soon as the fire was blazing steadily, he sighed quietly, went into a sitting position, and leaned back against the cavern wall. He hoped that the traveler would wake soon. He prayed that she was still alive.