((OOC: Tags to
@Kitty))
Haran stalked carefully through the ancient forest. The dead and dying trees around him unnerved the hardened assassin in a way that no mortal foe could. It was as if the entire forest was staring at him, at his life. As if it wanted to take it...
Haran shook his head angrily. He may have been a superstitious man, most Adelans were, but by all accounts his prey today was of the mortal variety. Maybe.
Word had spread through Zantarc recently of massive creature that sometimes stalked the streets at night and claimed unsuspecting victims. A spider, the rumors said, sized beyond reason, was making a hunting ground of the village.
Normally Haran ignored these kind of stories, but their consistency and the number of times he'd heard them told gave him pause. What if there truly was a huge spider in the ancient forest? What kind of venom would that kind of creature have? The thought of it almost made the man known as The Scorpion drool.
And so Haran snuck carefully amongst the grey trees, making almost no noise as he searched for any signs of the kind of creature he'd heard about. Webs, footprints, drained prey, discarded skin, anything. However, even as he ghosted along, the forest's deathly silence lead him to wondering if he was really the Hunter, and not the prey...