"The weight of freedom is hollow, its essence empty and its meaning is undefined… what the heck am I say?"
A light chuckle echoed as heavy matter descended bring along waves of pressure from the apex whistling through the unoccupied space and immediately silenced by a heavy thud on the ground dispersing the pressure bending grass blades.
A figure arose admits the dust in the air only, some joints popped reliving tight joint, walking out patting his shoulders down to the arm , changing perspective leaped into a tree.
He alternates between trees emulating the regular breeze pattern barely shaking the branches and finally dove into a bush. Hisstormy gaze pierced through the leaves and landed on a group of animals.
The animals had thick fur protecting them from impact and small thorns and jagged stones alike, it has red eyes, its movement swift and dangerous it paws grants it the ability to slice through acute or obtuse corners.
The figure shook the branch disrupting the plan for a sneak attack and as a result the creature began to retreat to their respective hiding place but that idea too was blocked.
A sharp projectile shot from the bush hitting one on the neck, the last thing it saw was a dark figure breezing through them like paper with what looks like a dagger made from the teeth of a dead legendary creature killed in previous times.
Five bodies laid there as life streamed out of them the figure was now brought in the light, dressed in linen clothes made from animal skin trimming .
His body tell tales of life in the wild, his hair embracing the wind with a sense of familiarity, his eye gentle hiding a heavy storm behind it, one of the many trait of the zephyr family.
Arranging the bodies on a long stick hidden in one of the bushes placed the end of the stick that hasn't been stained with blood and climbed the steep mountains into a cave.
The mountain breeze fused with land breeze filled the air and the illuminated sky dimmed little by little, the color cooling down and the hue turning orange ushering dark time when the real hunt begins.
Little fireflies filled the land with beautiful twinkles, and such beauty can take a man's life without him noticing and that is what this land is made of dangerous thing that harm you and sweet things that kills you.
The camp fire flickered as if eating small creature that came close to it and from above were a pair of vortex looking at the half bodies kept around the fire while the life are carried by the air leaving the fire.
Multiple snarls lined the space, a black creature with long ears like a hare the body of a big cat with shadow loitering on its body as it stepped from the shadows into the vicinity illuminated by the fire transmuting from intangible to tangible.
Crouching a few meter above the beast he pulled out his daggers ready to have a gory confrontation, a chortle grew on his face as his heart palpitated with excitement.
The creature engaged the corpse before them ripping the meat from the bones snapping some into two while been observed from above with a dagger ready to be hurled at them.
With a final snapping of bones a body dropped as a dagger was seen at the head of one of the beast and just as the attention of the others were taken away a heavy thud that came as a result of clomping down the spine of one of the creature
"Greetings gentlemen, let's have some fun shall we?"
One of the creatures growled and shot at the man opening its maw and closing it only to figure out it took a huge chuck of air and without giving the chance to look for the man was tackled from below making it stand on its hind legs.
Before it could get back to position the shot forward grabbing its head with the momentum flew over it and flung it to a nearby rock and his gaze returned to the remaining behind him.
He advance as one swung its paw and swat him to the side but to its surprise the man landed not wasting any time launch back and the motion repeated itself or so it thought.
The lad tap the paw slightly changing his flow line leveraging himself above the creature clamping both palms together and slamming the head of the creature into the ground.
Still on the move he sprinted towards the first one he struck down with his dagger, with that momentum he pulled it out and leaped alternating between rocks circling the remaining creatures.
With his momentum at its peak he arrived at the one hiding behind the other and struck it with a great for propelling it to shoot forward crashing into another and he was face to face with the one he flung earlier.
Both launched at each with incredible force, the beast brought down its paw down to drive its claw into his head but the lad repositioned his foot slightly shifting his body barely leaving gap with that attack to his body.
While dodging he started placing one foot in front of the other lessening the gap between then and in the process his evasion became sharper, his focus became more defined unnecessary movement and wide motion were been worked on.
Little by little the gap got smaller and smaller until he entered striking zone and the moment the wide swing was made he step in his upper body folded pivoting his body drawing his body from the ground up piercing the mid-section and drawing the blade to the head.
The body dropped, blood flowing on his body and dripping from his blade, he fell backwards landing on his bum as he breath grew heavy each time he drew it.
After a while he gathered the body as treated the marks on his body looking at the expanse of the night admiring the beauty hidden from those behind the wall.
After moments of resting he picked himself up and began working on the corpse skinning them arranging the meat and gathering the bones and wrapped it in a make shift skin bag from creatures he has killed.
After placing and securing the mouth of the bag he laid it down and used it as a pillow as the closed his eyes to enjoy what remains of the night.