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03-28-2017, 11:54 PM
If observant eyes were to find the correct angle and diligently search the fractured, war battered corpse, the inspection would unveil an unusual scar upon the upper, left shoulder of that fallen hunter. But the mark wasn’t caused by the hoof or teeth of his latest victim. (Nor by any other tooth or claw.) Size wise, it is around four inches wide and similarly long. It is misshapen and greyed with time; easily missed within the tangle of dirt and orange, ebony hair. The charred shape is that of a legless serpent, with (seemingly) large, feathered wings sprouting from either side. The uneven lines would suggest that the wound is a crude form of branding.
Since lofty pride had been his downfall and the hunter never assumed that the result of today’s skirmish would end like this, he’d brought along no weapons – assumption and natural confidence had been his arsenal – nor did he carry a bag or cloth of any sort. However, if one would delve deep enough, a sensitive nose could dig through the gore and sweat to unveil the weakening fragrance of his foreign homeland.
Since lofty pride had been his downfall and the hunter never assumed that the result of today’s skirmish would end like this, he’d brought along no weapons – assumption and natural confidence had been his arsenal – nor did he carry a bag or cloth of any sort. However, if one would delve deep enough, a sensitive nose could dig through the gore and sweat to unveil the weakening fragrance of his foreign homeland.
