The Evendim hunt, part 1.

The Evendim hunt, part 1. 

The sun was setting in the Northern wilds of Evendim, as Jarkil sat out on his last hunt in those parts. His eyes flickered in the light of his campfire, as he prepared his hunting gear. 

"Hopefully we'll get some good prey tonight, huh Grey?" Jarkil said towards his wolven friend, who merely wagged his tail once in return. 

The young Lossoth smiled, gently running a hand trough the Wolf's white fur before standing up moving his gaze across the lush Fall-landscape. The ground was covered with the fallen golden leaves of nearby Tree's, making the forest look oddly exotic, or so Jarkil thought. 

It had rained all day, and the ground beneath the Leaf-rug was mudded, and excellent for Jarkil's only known Southern hunting-tactic. He carefully wiped some of the mud onto his face, replacing his pale skin with a layer of brown mud. 

"Let's go, then!" Jarkil said in his foreign tongue, as he sat into a sprint with his spruce-bow tightly within his grip.

Grey barked happily, as he ran after his master wagging his tail back and forth in appreciation of the relaxing run. Moments passed, as the pair continued to make their way deep into the wilds of Evendim. Unknowing of the danger that lurked deep within the Forest. 

Suddenly the Lossoth-huntsman stopped quickly, tilting his head sidewards in curiousity. He could hear something, but what? His wolven companion, growled in unease as they both felt something wrong in the air. Jarkil swiftly prepared to fire a shot with his bow, carefully aiming into the darkness of the woods. 

The sun had been replaced by the Moon, and the peacefull lighting by a thick mist, making both Grey and Jarkil's vision short and hazy. 

"Susi guide me.." Jarkil mumbled, as he growled whilst squinting his eyes in a predatory manner. 

They stood like this, for what seemed like hours before something approached from the darkness behind the mist. A relieved sigh passed Jarkil's lips as he - to his surprise - saw a Deer run past him. 

And he was suppose to be a Lossoth! He who had just been shocked by the approach of a mere critter. He lowered his aim, chuckling. 

"A mere Deer... Just a Deer.." He loudly claimed, speaking towards the large Wolf.  

Yet the relaxation was short-lived as a loud and predatory howl emerged from the Forest's dark silence, making both Jarkil and Grey jump slightly at the shock. For it was clear that this howl was not one of any Wolf, Jarkil reckonized the howl easily from his Icy home-land. 

He took a quick aim towards the dark mist, as a nervous drop of sweat made it's way down his forehead. slowly he mumbled something which could have sounded like a prayer, had it not been for the growling tone in his native language. 

Yet suddenly the silence was broken once more, as Jarkil felt the man-like claws grip around his throat.... 

To be continued....