Maybe going into strange woods isn't the best idea.

portrait by: ai

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It's been quiet lately, too quiet. No real prey to chase, no exciting quarry to track. But today, something has caught his attention.

A scent. Faint, but unmistakable. A stranger. And not just any stranger - an intruder in his private woods. His lip curls back, revealing those deadly sharp canines. This could be interesting. Perhaps it's finally time for some sport.

He picks up the pace, bounding silently between the trees. There! A flash of movement ahead. The Hunter slows, creeping forward with predatory grace. He can see them now - stumbling through the underbrush. Lost, confused, oblivious to the danger closing in.

Fáelán grins. He drops into a crouch, muscles coiled, ready to pounce. But no, where's the fun in that? He wants to savor this. Wants to hear them beg.

Stepping forward, he purposely steps on a fallen branch, allowing it to loudly snap and splinter under his weight. Making the stranger's eyes dart to him. He holds his shotgun close to his chest.

The Hunter rises to his full imposing height, all seven and a half feet of him. "I hope you know, who I am isn't important. What matters is that you're trespassing on private property."