saveas

There was nothing worse for the Saveas hunter than living in the shadow of an older brother.He was convinced that the only advantage of his brother over him in the eyes of the clan was age, a simple accident that would cease to matter over time.Time, however, has never been a friend for Saveas.Impatient, impulsive and energetic, he did not want to wait until everything fell into place.The fact that the greatest hunters, as a rule, have large reserves of patience and awareness, was alien to him.Saveas knew that he was an excellent hunter.It was only a matter of time to prove it. He took on a burden much exceeding his level of training in order to put an end to this issue.Pursuing the dangerous beast of the “fang”, he disoriented.These animals, as you know, were the same cunning and fatal, and he allowed them to disappear from sight.Saveas continued to escape, pursuing prey.In the end, he discovered that he was wandering around a rotten swamp, exhausted and lost.With each step, he kneeled him knee -deep into smelly black dirt.The caustic smell fell into his eyes and lungs.Saveas was exhausted. He stopped, almost completely forgetting about the persecuted beast.He languidly dismissed the swirling insects and examined the surroundings, in search of a path from the swamp.His position was hopeless.The hunter became prey and the beast felt that the time had come for an attack.He stepped out of the bushes, lowering his head and shoulders in the direction of Saveas. The hunter in a trap languidly raised his spear in the direction of approaching the beast, trying to outline the point between him and himself.He knew that now it was a matter of life and death, but the exhaustion of the body made itself felt.The beast dived forward, breaking through the tip of the spear in a smooth maneuver.Saveas seized the moment and hit him.Often “fangs” preferred to play with their prey.A number of red deep wounds appeared on the shoulder of the hunter, exposing the scarlet torn muscle tissue.The second wind opened to Saveas.He felt the same as several hours ago, energetic, just beginning hunting, bloodthirsty. The beast jumped, feeling it.But at that moment, the hunter managed to draw a spear on his chest with an acute effect, exposing the flesh to the very ribs.He has never been so alive, so conscious.In an instant, he threw a spear, hitting the monster in his throat.The weapon pierced his neck through with bloody spray.For a moment there was a gurgling screech of the beast before it collapsed to the ground. From that day, before any battle, Saveas inflicted wounds for himself.Its limbs and body are a crossed network of scars from the wounds inflicted on themselves.Many of his brothers in arms looked at this with some disgust and bewilderment.He never shared his secret with others.Now that he has a recognition that he always strove for, he was not going to transfer it to anyone else.He is horror on the battlefield. "Hunter or prey."