Outside the cave, across the field and resting under a low tree brow, the large hunter watched his quarry through the lense of a spy-glass. A snakeskin hood covered his head, drooping over much of his face thanks to wetness from the rain. The rest of his body masked under a billowing stormcloak. Dark leatherclad, tri-pronged hands curled about the telescopic device, compressing it to the smallest size before stowing it away on his belt... Only his long, crooked blue nose, hook shaped tusks, and tattered blue ears gave the man away for what he was... The rest of his being hidden by cloak and shadow. Even crouched as he was, he was a towering, broad figure.<br/><br/>Crouching lower, knees and hands sinking into the softening earth, he let lips peel away from sharp, off white teeth as he clutched his massive, oversized bow, and began to sneak closer. Masked by darkness, veiled by rain, and his motions and scent drowned out by the same. His lanky, sinuose yet strong form moving over the water soaked land, under low hanging branches and bushes, around rocks. Always close to the shadows, always down wind to hide himself further... Tonight the predators became prey... The hunter was out in force, and loved the feeling...<br/><br/>He was glad he had brought a second pair of shackles, incase the first broke. Well, it looked like plans changed... He had come here seeking to claim a wild worgen, had studied, and learned to spot the differences between a sane, and savage druid... These two, from what he watched, in secret, he knew them both to be good, admirable prizes. A true challenge for a master of the practice of taming as he. Granted, he had never attempted a sentient target before, but... The great were measured for the records they broke, may as well prove himself that much better, eh? These thoughts and more raced through the troll's mind, sharp crimson eyes glinting as he watched the two females in heat. It brought a wetness to his tongue, but he had to suppress his wants, his will needed to be iron clad for the task ahead.<br/><br/>For now, as he found a secure hiding spot, so much closer to the two distracted druids, he curled himself into the nook of the aged, withering tree. It was a waiting game, that was the plan. He would let them tire out from their fun and games. Wait until they fell asleep, and then make his move... For brave hunters win by facing a threat head on, while the great ones, those who's cunning can rival the gods, would rather wait, and learn from the patience of the spider and snake. To remain still until the opertunity presents itself to strike, to maximize damage, while minimizing threat... Oh, would they have a surprise come morning...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>