The fire in his eyes burned high and hungry, and the cold winds of the morning only augmented his appetite for the hunt, he was counting the minutes until the break of dawn, the agreed upon signal for the beginning of the hunt, and not any hunt, his first bounty hunt, the thought alone was enough to make him shiver, the the excitement made his eyes burn harder. He has gone on several hunts before, but he was always accompanied by his master, and he was often tasked with long range support which made him feel secondary and out of action, this was his first solo hunt, and that thought recrossed his mind and made him ecstatic, ''this is it'' he thought, I am in my elements, and he gave a humble prayer to his god for letting him reach this point. His breath drew near at the sight of his first prey, for a casual bystander the roles would be clearly defined; his prey was a creature of huge physique and monstrous swords, he was a demon soul easily ten times the si
Short stories about bounty hunters