Drawing back the bow, Holding my breath, one more kill and I can return to my village and turn up a worthwhile profit. The deer turns its head, it hears something in the distance, it braces its back legs and- my arrow strikes true. Jarrin will be pleased, he always loved seeing me pull in my kills. The village is planning a feast also, so the game should sell quickly- I can already see the smoke rising from the ovens. I make my way back to my camp quickly and drop the doe onto my cart. that makes 5 now, all killed in under 24 hours. Mounting my trusty steed Ebonheart, a sleek black horse I found injured and ill but nurtured back to health, and he wouldn't leave me since. "lets make haste now boy, the village is waiting on us! I can already tell this is a return I wont forget!"
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Monstrum Venator
FantasyA hunter from a small village comes home to find his family and friends dead, the village destroyed, and a large creature flying into the distance. He wanted vengeance. He dedicates himself to becoming a hunter of a different sort, and begins to hun...
