In the darkness, Liano’s green eyes shone faintly, radiating a predatory glow which suited the forest just fine. Night had fallen, swallowing the land whole and had it not been for the moon, most would wander blindly, easy prey for the monsters that lurked in the dark, such as the Toa of earth. Silence followed him wherever he went, shadows clung to his figure possessively and as he prowled the land unseen, no amount of blackness could obscure what lay before him. Night vision proved exceptionally useful on such occasions, revealing all there was to see, almost as if it were broad daylight.
Though he was known for his preference to waste time in bed, hunting seemed to be one of the very few activities Liano truly derived any pleasure from. Just not during the day; he hated the sun. Whenever he stood under its gaze, vicious blades of light stabbed at his eyes and heat bore into his skin. Rather than suffer its oppressive reign, he avoided it if he could, only emerging whenever the great big ball of fire would go to rest. Earlier that day however, was not the case, since he’d been too busy running away from women and chasing after a disgruntled Barthel. Once their awkward bit of business had finally been concluded, the young man set out on his own, intent on using up what time he had left to make some coin.
Which is why he was out in the wild that instant. If he could bag something by sunrise, someone would surely fetch him a good price for his efforts when he would return to Ga-Koro. That, and it was good sport. At this point, an hour or two had passed since he began stalking the jungle for prey. Several little critters crossed paths with the hunter, though none piqued his interest. No, tonight he was feeling lucky, envisioning a bigger prize than any old wandering rodent. Like say, a Tarakava. Of course, he knew the odds of finding one on the mainland didn't exactly weigh in his favor but there was a possibility nonetheless and that was good enough for him, a challenge he was willing to undertake. It was simply a matter of luck, patience and perseverance.
Several hours of luck, patience and perseverance, to be precise.
Suddenly, a savage roar erupted throughout the jungle, snapping Liano to full attention. Now on high alert, he stood perfectly still, eyes scanning the perimeter for the slightest hint of movement and ears listening for the subtlest of sounds.
There it was again. Pouncing forward, Liano dashed through the foliage like a wolf with the scent of blood in its nostrils, aggressive in speed though careful to maintain a low profile. As he ran, a similar scream resonated once more, albeit in a louder tone this time, an indicator that he might be headed in the right direction. A moment or so later, he wandered upon a stream of water and on the opposite side, the bloody corpse of a Fusa lay at the ‘feet’ of two towering reptilian creatures. Their bodies, sleek yet powerful, wielded their own respective set of menacing forearms, deceptively muscular in their own right. He’d always heard Tarakava were fearsome foes, even for the strongest of Toa, but he wasn't expecting enough brute force to bash the poor kangaroo’s body into a crippled, caved-in carcass.
Luckily, the two beasts hadn't spotted his arrival, allowing him to activate his Huna in the nick of time. With invisibility on his side, he had the liberty of finding a suitable vantage point while his prey feasted on their recent kill. Quietly, he stepped off to the side, hiding by dense leafage and once both were reasonably positioned within his line of sight, the time for action came. With his bow drawn, he slid an arrow out of its quiver and quickly took aim. A single arrow wouldn't be enough to down one of them, not unless he could manage a straight shot to the head, which he was entirely capable of. If he was quick enough, maybe the second one would fall victim before it realized what was going on. Maybe. One thing was certain: if those things got too close, he’d be lucky to walk out alive with little more than a broken rib cage.
All he needed was one perfect shot and then, the rest he could handle no problem.
Just one perfect shot.
OOC: Whenever you're ready, Ehks.