
In a small clearing, near the edge of a forest, Death Hunter stood alone save for his ever faithful dragons. One of them was perched on his back, while the other - the longer, more elegant one - floated serenely beside his head, giving off the faint scent of florals every now and then.
"Anyone yet?" murmured a soft voice from somewhere behind the trio, but Death Hunter shook his head, hair ghosting across his cheek. His oldest son was half hidden behind a cluster of oaks, long tail curved protectively around himself.
"Soon," said Death Hunter, and then he added, "hopefully."
"Anyone yet?" murmured a soft voice from somewhere behind the trio, but Death Hunter shook his head, hair ghosting across his cheek. His oldest son was half hidden behind a cluster of oaks, long tail curved protectively around himself.
"Soon," said Death Hunter, and then he added, "hopefully."