The Hunter

As Dray realized that Blizzard was gone, he decided to take a quick breather. He collapsed down on the ground and clutched his chest, biting his lip and clenching his jaws together. All through his life, he was born with heart problems. Just out of the blue while minding his own business, his heartbeat slowed down and the heart-burning process accorded. It literally felt as if someone was poking him in the chest with a long and sharp needle. Dray suddenly vomited up chunks of blood and instantly was knocked out unconscious. Heavy snow began falling from the sky. The heavy snow was so heavy, Dray was buried underneath it.

2 hours later...

Quite some time passed. Dray was still unconscious and was freezing his balls off. Unluckily for him, there were three hungry sabretooth's prowling around the area, hoping to find dinner. The sabretooth's had their nostrils into the snow, hoping to pick up a smell. One of the sabretooth's that were sniffing out the area came across a lump of snow as if a rock was buried under it. The sabretooth thought this too but quickly realized what the lump of snow actually was. The lump of snow wasn't really snowing at all. It was the unconscious Dray. The sabretooth pulled Dray out of the snow and began drooling as the beast's stomach growled. Just when the sabretooth was about to rip off Dray's arm, the sabretooth was suddenly shot in the ribs. The sabretooth tumbled to the ground and started growling in pain, as it's bloodstained the fluffy white snow. The loud gunshot caused the other sabretooth's to huddle together and go into the attack position waiting for whatever threat was around. Obviously, it was a human or elf. One of the sabretooth's saw who shot his comrade. It was a man who wore a black beanie on the top of his head, a worn-out leather jacket, a brown scarf, a black shirt and tie, cargo pants, a black bandana over his mouth, goggles over his eyes, and black hiking boots that protected his feet. The man was equipped with a white hunting rifle and a large hunting knife. He jumped down from the slope he stood on and reloaded his rifle. The sabretooth's started galloping towards him. The stranger rolled out of the way and shot one of the two prowling sabretooth's in the back of the head, causing brains to splatter all over the place. The stranger had excellent sharpshooting skills. The other sabretooth who ran after the stranger was tired, hungry, and scared. The sabretooth started shivering. As the sabretooth turned around, the stranger shot the sabretooth in the leg, disabling it. The sabretooth let out a loud screech that echoed throughout the area. The stranger giggled. The sabretooth was trying to get away by crawling, leaving a trail of its blood. The stranger lifted his blade into the air and shoved his hunting knifed through the sabretooth's skull. Blood splattered all over the stranger's clothes. Dray opened his eyes for a second to see what all the commotion was about. The stranger removed his knife from the sabretooth's skull and started walking towards Dray.

More time had passed. Dray woke up in a cozy bed with bandages wrapped around his head, arms, and chest, and most importantly his stump where his right-hand use to be. He could smell porridge. He looked over to the side and saw some hot piping porridge on a dresser. Dray slouched up on his bed and started groaning. He was still in pain from his fight with Blizzard. Dray was currently in a cabin. A cabin that was warm and had multiple fireplaces. If only he could thank whoever the owner of the cabin was. As he was about to stretch over and grab the porridge, the door of the bedroom he was in started creaking open. Dray started quickly looking around to find anything that looked suitable as a weapon. He grabbed a fire poker.