Seth, 21<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1130.photobucket.com/albums/m521/2zenith/717913.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>The snow melted to slush beneath his boots. Seth panted softly, pausing for breath and looking around. He pulled out a map, he would be reaching the West Peak by evening if he hurried. And if he was not there by evening, it meant cold food for that night. The standard Black Vanguard survival manual stated,<span style="font-style: italic">within non-friendly territory, all fires must be extinguished by nightfall, no matter how slight, that smallest flame will send tribes of various creature onto your position.</span><br/><br/>He jogged, cradling his rifle in his hands, the Hs-970, standard issue rifle of the Elite Black Vanguard, His sniper rifle, a Sc-50 "Slugger", was slung across his pack. He slowed to a halt as he realised that he was not alone. In a flash, he was crouching, swinging the barrel in multiple directions, searching for anything that moved. He shifted into a small swathe of tall grass, ensuring the silencer was on, just a duo of Orcs walked into the open. The rifle crack twice, and the creatures fell, like the snowflakes which fell so abundantly around them.