<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Gleywine Erewood Bentari</span><br/>The Hunter</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/3e7683c1-2307-42a9-804a-0604ef177005_zps4a599908.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Gleywine looked at the smoking, silvery object laying between the trees. What kind of animal was this? It was no drogon with their leathery dark skin. This animal had a silvery skin like none he had ever seen. And he had hunted nearly every animal in Getalia. It was his thirteenth season now, third-longest streak of all hunters in Ovia. That was probably the reason why the princess wanted him for her hunting trip. They had been looking for a Jerval. Jervals were rare and when Gley and his men had reported that they had found the trace of one, she wanted to shoot it. As if there was no reason why all the hunters avoided this dangerous carnivore. Gley could imagine what the King thought about the ambitions of his daughter. But even he couldn't stop her, so who was Gley to try it?<br/> <br/>Gleywine didn't like the princess. She was dangerous. Not only because she respected no rules in hunting. She didn't take advices either. Gleywine kept his mouth shut around her. There was no desire in him to be send to the arena, because of opposing this bitch. He would swallow down all his comments. Something that been easier in the group. Now as he was left behind with her to keep watch over that animal, it wasn't as easy as before. Gley had seen the curious eyes of the princess. She wanted to get closer to the animal. It was obvious. Damn cocky princess.<br/><br/>Gleywine moved a little. The dark green full-body coveralls they were wearing, were a good protection against the poisonous bites of the small insects and animals. But they weren't very comfortable, if you had to sit and wait. Gley looked through the optics of his plasma-gun. Nothing. The animal was laying motionless there, smoke curling around the areas where its wings had been ripped out. It's dark eyes showed no movement. Was it dead?<br/><br/>The static in his earbuds indicated that the princess had opened the comm channel. What would it be? Would she ask for his opinion? He doubted it. More likely would she order him to cover her back when she advanced. And then to come after her. Damn, most likely they would be standing next to this large animal within a short time. Gleywines hand balled to a fist in anger.</div>