The Hunter and the Hunted

Rengar 1

A true hunter never rests.
These are the words that I was taught, the credo I live to. Born in a Vastaya hunter tribe but rejected by my own father for being too weak, I learnt to hunt, kill and survive on my own. I owe nothing to him, and as I sliced his throat for being a coward, I realised that I am my own tribe. I don't belong among those cowards.
In the search for the ultimate prey, the horrible void creature wrong-thing known as Kha'Zix, I stepped into the jungles of Kumungu. The beast took my left eye and is continually evolving, I need to keep on collecting trophies and hone my skills if I want to surpass it and cut its head off. I crave stronger prey, worthy opponents, a chance to improve and finally squash that bug like the insect that it is. I need more challenges, I need more victims, I need the ultimate prey.
In this jungle I've fought many foes, none was worthy to be called the ultimate prey, all of them were weak and none of them gave me any challenge. I walk the killer's path every day of my life, every waking hour is devoted to my goal.
While I feed of the meat of small prey, I hear a voice, a laugh. It didn't belong to an animal, it was too... friendly. I hide in a bush and quietly follow the song that the voice was emitting. So happy, so carefree. A voice that only something that has never seen any conflict at all could make. A song that only someone who's never been abandoned by their own tribe for being too weak only to survive by the rule of kill or being killed could make. It makes me sick. I shall show this creature the meaning of fear, so much so that it will beg for death.
I find it. It appears to be some kind of small bear. It has a green hat and pants, some gloves and a small bag on its back. A yordle. I almost express my disdain for such worthless creatures out loud, but a prey is a prey. I can kill it swiftly and continue my search for a worthy one.
I prepare myself. I crouch, take my knife in hand and jump. I roar and yell with all my breath to scare and surprise the yordle, my hands are almost at its reach, ready to take it and open it and rip its heart out.
The small creature hears my roar and turns to face me. It emits a small scream and covers its face as it sees me approaching fast, fangs open and claws first. I already savour the hot blood of that creature. Yordle's blood is very tasty.
I have it in my grasp, my claws are about to catch it. Then, a purple cloud of toxin and poison engulfs me. I lose my focus and hit the ground. I can't breathe properly. What happened? My prey has escaped, taking advantage of whatever happened to me. I can't find him anymore, I can only hear what appears to be laughter.
That pest is mocking me. It will die, painfully.
I get up, weaker and dizzy but able to fight. The poison I inhaled is not strong and it looks like its effects have already passed. Still, what happened? Did I step on something I shouldn't have? A trap of the yordle? Is this jungle my enemy as well, fighting me to save that pathetic creature?
I roar. If the jungle wants to fight I will not hold back. I will fight it and I will win!
I feel the poison's effects, or whatever it was, fade and the hunt begins once more.
I see the footprints of that little creature, which carelessly fled from me. I will hunt you down and make you regret whatever you did to me.
I carefully follow the footsteps it left behind. They're so small and light that without my experience I would not be able to understand where he went.
They lead me to a dense bush. I stop in front of it and swing a blow with my knife, cutting its upper part. Nothing, not even the little hat of his. Maybe I confused the tracks and was misled by the rage that had taken me earlier? Doubt clouded my mind, and out of the blue, from the lower part of the bush, the little yordle jumped out with a blowgun in hand. It shouts and says something before shooting a dart which hit me in the forehead. Whatever was on in, it stings like a scorpion's tail and obscures my sight. I roar in both anger and pain. I try to hit it with my knife despite not being able to see only to hit the air. I stumble and another cloud of poison hits me, recognizing the smell and the sensations it gave me even without my sight.
Now poisoned and blind, I end on my four and, luckily, my sight comes back seconds later. Whether it is my strong body or just the intention to use a weak poison, that dart's effects are only temporary.
I stand up and... I smile.
I have found a prey worthy of my skills. The hunt is ON!

(Credits art: https://www.deviantart.com/vesner/art/League-of-Legends-beware-the-tall-grass-334086030)