Perhaps meditation would help calm his mind and stem the endless flow of his thoughts? In the doorway though, was another. There was nothing to see here yet, and musing more about the coming hunt would only further increase his restlessness. Vho’dar would simply have to continue to wait.Ī second sigh was forced back down before he turned to leave the trophy room. Maybe it would be the hide of a serpent he placed within though? A careful stalking of his chosen mark, herding it somewhere they could battle without being interrupted, the life or death clash that came with the hunt… He got his blood up just thinking about it, but still time moved faster for no one, nor did it slow down. Still, cowardice was rife among them… Perhaps their weapons were the cause in the end? Another chance to find out would be presented soon, and he hoped to be wrong. They made up for it with their technology though, even if it was nothing compared to their own. Perhaps he would have a weapon to place within? Humans were crafty, clever prey, though a bit flimsier than the R’ka.
Even he himself had been motivated by the stories they told, hoping to have much the same to do for the future younglings. He’d seen some of the trophies gathered by the clan elders before, displayed for the young to marvel at in hopes to further marshall them into training themselves.
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What would these hold when they were done? How many would be his?įantasies were allowed to run free as he let his mind wander once more, thinking on their later prizes. He walked among these empty cases, trailing fingers over the tops of the glass as he went. Away from the window he went, looking for something to put his mind to, to busy himself with, and this time his wandering brought him to the trophy room… It was, of course, empty. Something to occupy his time wouldn’t be amiss though. If the others could wait, so too could he. An explosive sigh escaped him as he processed this thought, unable to be reigned in, leaving Vho’dar berating himself mentally for his lack of discipline. He knew barely any time had passed during his musings, despite being lost in thought for a time. There would be many options for hunting, ways to stalk and study his chosen prey, and these thoughts brought a short chuckle from the hunter as he placed a large hand on the glass. It was a wet planet from what they had been told, mostly swamp and bodies of water with interspersed copses on the more solid areas, and he was looking forward to exploring the landscape. Hanging in the empty space like a giant marble was the planet that had been chosen for this hunt, all greens, blues, teals, and turquoise.
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Restlessness coursed through him as he paced through the ship to stop before one of the windows viewing outside. His comrades busied themselves with meditation, conversation, or feasting before the trials to come, but not he. Waiting, and waiting, and waiting some more… He was tired of it already, and they had only just gotten here. Vho’dar was among this number, waiting for the dawn to come and mark the start of things. No, there was the occasional shudder from the engines, a creak of their ship as it drifted in space, or the muffled thumps of others walking the halls as they prepared themselves for the coming hunt. So, despite the quiet, it was not silent. Often despite our assumptions that things are quiet and peaceful there is something going on unnoticed, or taken for granted from familiarity.
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