Private Tales Just a cattle thief

[Bares His Scars]

Bares-His-Scars trod cautiously through the undergrowth of the woods, thumbing the faulty crossbow the villagers had
given him as a weapon, although he much preferred his trusty scimitar, midnight had just rolled in, and with a lantern in hand he took to be the best time to hunt the creature. The orc had wandered into the village a few days ago, and upon hearing whispers of a nameless beast that had been slaughtering cattle, he had willingly offered to hunt it. After all, it was getting boring dealing with just criminals.

The forest around him was almost unnaturally twisted by the dark, trees melded into the shadows, and the creeping sounds of insects, owls and other creatures kept him in a constant state of nervousness, yet he carried on. He had gone off the pathway, north into the foothills surrounding the village, as he guessed that they would make an excellent lair for whatever had infested these farmlands. He stopped, and took one last deep breath, before starting his ascent...

The further he made it up the foothills, the more his senses were filled with an unusual scent, something not native to these woods. It partially smelt like acrid smoke, or singed lumber, but he quickly shook his head in doubt at his assumptions, it couldn't be a dragon, they'd have known...

Haloshooter

 

[Jormodo]

Jormodo stalked the forest, an incredible feat for a creature of his size.
His wings were folded tight against his body, is head was low to stay below the tops of the trees, his long tail slid along the ground snaking after his movements to prevent arbitrarily knocking trees down.
He moved absolutely silent for his immense size, passing through the trees without scraping against a single one, though he certainly left deep tracks in his wake.

The picture he painted in the forest was a comical one, of a massive white dragon crouched down and tiptoeing through the forest trying not to be noticed.
If anything could see him that is.
In the dark shadows of the forest at night he seemed all but completely invisible, though the white of his scales should have stood out brightly even in the dark.

As he walked he was sniffing the ground, tracking a scent, following his prey, but his senses were sharp for any other creature coming his way.
And he did hear something, a slight vibration in the ground conducted through his tail to his ears.
A heavier humanoid creature was stalking as well.

He vaguely remember the cattle he had to steal, but he hadn't expected the locals to react so quickly.
Only one Hunter meant this was a professional, but it also meant they didn't know what stole their cattle.

He hated putting off confrontation, so he found a large cops of trees and stood completely still, blending in with the surrounding shadows, and his head facing exactly where he calculated the hunter would catch up with him.