Post by Tiamat on May 4, 2021 0:33:31 GMT -6
The jungle cacophony carried on, undeterred by the human intruder making his way deeper through the brush. Birds chirped. Insects buzzed and chittered and clicked. Monkeys howled and called, and a variety of small vermin skittered back and forth through the underbrush. The man smiled. None of them pinged him as a threat yet, which was exactly what he wanted. At 29, Jaecar Kastner had been making a name for himself as an expert hunter for nearly a decade, and now the lean, well-built man an inch shy of six feet tall was on the prowl for his next big challenge.
Dark brown eyes scanned the foliage ahead of him as he slipped through the jungle, his well-made pack and clothes protecting him from rough-edged foliage without snagging or breaking on any branches. A green boonie hat covered his short, black hair and kept what sun reached the tropical floor out of his eyes. The long knife at his side, the rifle along his back, and the various supplies and traps and tools in his pack were all packed tight and secure. He made no noise as he walked. Bits of mud and river water smeared across his olive skin suppressed his scent and allowed Jae to pass through as if he were just another denizen of the wilderness.
The narrow game trail he followed had to lead somewhere eventually. Where, and what it revealed, would determine whether he’d found his next prize. A massive, ancient crocodile at a river’s edge? A bull elephant, tusks long and as thick around as his muscular arms from decades of unimpeded growth? Perhaps a giant man-eating ape in the ruins of some forgotten and overgrown shrine or temple or such? Or maybe, rarest and most beautiful of all, a deadly tiger, almost as cunning and predatory as he?
Jae grinned. Only time would tell… but he was not leaving until he was satisfied.
(Reserved for Spirals)
Dark brown eyes scanned the foliage ahead of him as he slipped through the jungle, his well-made pack and clothes protecting him from rough-edged foliage without snagging or breaking on any branches. A green boonie hat covered his short, black hair and kept what sun reached the tropical floor out of his eyes. The long knife at his side, the rifle along his back, and the various supplies and traps and tools in his pack were all packed tight and secure. He made no noise as he walked. Bits of mud and river water smeared across his olive skin suppressed his scent and allowed Jae to pass through as if he were just another denizen of the wilderness.
The narrow game trail he followed had to lead somewhere eventually. Where, and what it revealed, would determine whether he’d found his next prize. A massive, ancient crocodile at a river’s edge? A bull elephant, tusks long and as thick around as his muscular arms from decades of unimpeded growth? Perhaps a giant man-eating ape in the ruins of some forgotten and overgrown shrine or temple or such? Or maybe, rarest and most beautiful of all, a deadly tiger, almost as cunning and predatory as he?
Jae grinned. Only time would tell… but he was not leaving until he was satisfied.
(Reserved for Spirals)
