The Hunter

The young man walked through the dark and empty streets of the Capital, his footfalls light as feather and his movements swift and silent as a wolf. The cool night breeze ruffled his thick, raven hair, covering his eyes. The blood soaked scarf wrapped around his neck flowed gently.

He exhaled, feeling the weight on his sword that hung around his side grow heavier with every step he took towards the prey.

Another night, another hunt. The hunter’s grip on sword hilt tightened. Another life to take.

-Written by: Fiona Mari R. De Los Reyes

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