Hunt

It was a hot day, filled with a level of wet heat, not uncommon in these woods during the summer. The man raises his hand up to shield the sun from his eyes, as he searches for the path he must find. It was a bright day, for the sun hung high overhead, and the foliage of the trees cast no shadow. The man had fallen prey to the heat early on, deciding to shed several heavier, metal portions of his armor, choosing instead to stick to the far more cool leather armor. He saunters onward through the forest.
The Forests were located to the west of the capital, far from the tunnels east of the city, where most beasts he had killed had emerged from. Not to say that beasts in these woods were impossible, for that would be a simple untruth. Every so often the man would hear reports of spiders of unimaginable size crushing trees under hairy limbs, or aquatic creatures who survive on land by transforming the very air into water. Everytime that had happened, he simply sent some new recruits to deal with them, citing that "Oh this will be good training before you join us in the caves." While this had been true, years of training and fighting exclusively underground left him unaware of the specific hardships traveling under the sun.
Traveling out here was far more difficult then he could have previously anticipated, from the scorching heat, to the blinding sun, to the unquenchable thirst that permeated his thoughts. Leaning against a tree, he takes another swig from his enchanted flask, feeling the cold, clear water slide down the back of his mouth and into his stomach. Despite the sheer amount of water the enchanted flask can supply, the harsh dryness does not fade.
"Dryness of the mouth?" He spins around, sword drawn, looking the origin of the voice.
"Show yourself! Or I swear I'll gut you like an animal!"
"Well that's a little uncalled for," the voice was sharp, as if mocking him. It was then when the man noticed a small bluebird, perched on the tree he was leaning against. "Let me guess, you'll kill everyone I love if I don't tell you what you want to know." It's voice raised in pitch near the end, further cementing the "Mocking" tone.
"Don't tempt me."

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