Haunted Wood sun's out, twilight's up

Trade thread for Hunter!

In the light of the setting sun, Ashmedai was hunting. The skies would soon be painted in reds and yellows of the evening - but it was still blue, still a deep, rich blue above him. So he walked, pelt blending in magnificently with the surroundings about him, and his steel-blue eyes glinting harshly in the shadows. They were pale and cold, the eyes of a predator, as the hunter lost himself in the familiar motions of stalking and prowling so he could wander in his own mind while his body did the task required of it. 

Elwood had shown him the Alpha den and given him 'brownie points', which the old wolf still smirked at, to himself. Alone in the woods, by himself and left to himself, Ashmedai was a completely different person. He was much more cynical, more sarcastic and infinitely more expressive. He could smirk to himself, smile to himself, grin to himself - and if he so desired, he could cry to himself. Perhaps now he could boost himself up more by hunting again - and besides, he wanted to be able to hunt more freely.

Small frame no deterrent from the hunt, Ashmedai pounced on a rabbit, cleanly snapping its neck before he dug a hole and unceremoniously stuffed the carcass in, then kicked dirt over it. He'd come back for it later (assuming that he could remember the location), and happily wandered off in search for bigger game. Not thinking of the fact that he'd just slaughtered a rabbit with such ease, Ashmedai proceeded to walk away, content in the assumption that he'd come back to the same rabbit only slightly dirty.

Ha, joke's on him, or so he'd find out.

Nose in the air and eyes bright, the man continued to shift in the shadows, and the first hues of orange started to litter the sky.

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