To Hunt What's Beyond ( Fantasy Hunters Roleplay)

Chapter One-That Day

'Good shot.'

A sigh of relief escapes your lips. The large man besides you laughs as he claps your back with a meaty hand. His moustache bristles with excitement as he goes over to inspect your kill.

Small little creatures scurry though and fro the foliage, narrowly avoiding the men in tweed and moustaches. You shake your head as the hunting party lets out a cheer as another fells a larger than usual jackalope.

The ruffling of a small dead creature interrupts your musings. It can do that sometimes, especially when said corpse is benign ruffled in front of your face. Elton Neithermiers smiles as he pats you on the shoulder. 'First time hunting?'

You answer and he shakes his head. 'All right all right.'

The large man nods at the other hunters. Elton was larger, older, and had more moustache than any of them, yet his smile outshined those features. It was the strange mesmerising charisma the wine merchant had. Guess dealing with rich snobs for the most of his life actually helped that side of him.

Elton's smile once again graced his features as he turned back to you. 'I must say you did a fine job out there. But it's time to leave eh? Wouldn't want you missing out on your education.'

He chuckles at his brief joke. Others follow in suit. You would've too if hadn't found that joke rather down heartening. When Elton witnessed your skills in a little exercise, he wasted no time in inviting over for a quick hunt. Naturally, the chance to skip out on a day of lectures of note-taking was too much to ignore, even if you never really had that much to time to engage in sport

Still, you found it queer to be invited on a hunt. Then again, Elton was known for such things. In fact, you weren't the only one. A few other of your school mates, previously unnoticed until now, stood fidgeting nervously amidst the party. He shakes his head in both bemusement and disappointment. 'Now that won't do at all.'

A small bit of chatter that leaked out from the party washed the smile of his a face. It was, once again, regarding the death of another well known hunter but the hands of a strange creature that had recently begun to prowl the woods outside the city. Ever since it's first kill and reported sightings, many a hunter ventured out to catch the vile creature.

Elton sighs and turns to you. 'Anyways, it was nice seeing you here. If you mind, I would enjoy if we were to have more events like these. I'm sure you had a ball of a time here.'

Frankly you did. It wasn't everyday you get to hold a rifle.

You grasp his hand in a final farewell and turn on your heels. He claps his hands, like two slabs of meat knocking together, as he turns to face the remaining hunters. His mouth opens as he relays the next destination of the hunt. You shake your head as he you move out of earshot. What a jolly fellow.

Still. The though of the strange creature fills your mind. What if-just what if you were the one you slew that fiend. Images of the glory and fame flitted your mental landscape. It would truly be a winning ambition eh?

You sling your rifle and step into the more urbane areas of the forest. The city wasn't that far away. You could make it before nightfall.

With a sigh you march onwards. Back home, you suppose. It's getting rather cold.

Tell me what you think so far. I'm not too pleased with this chapter. Expect a re write of this later on. But it should be able to get the main point across. If not, well bugger.