Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Jul 23, 2013 22:59:44 GMT
With a quiet grunt Antonio climbed onto the scaffolding again. He was used to the heat of the desert, knowing how to stay cool even with his long sleeves and pants, but there was something altogether horrible about the Nam-Yensa Sandsea. If it wasn’t the Urutan-Yensa making themselves into nuisances by attacking him for ‘trespassing’ it was the way the sun glared off the various rusted pipes and mesh of the scaffolding and made him squint his eyes. Of course this said nothing of the burning hot metal that wouldn’t let him stand in place for too long or the increasing sandstorms. He’d had to pull out his head cover and veil so many times he hadn’t bothered to put it back again.
Eyes darting around to make sure he wasn’t about to be ambushed, Antonio pulled out the slightly dirty flyer for the mark; a Wyvern Lord. They weren’t all that common around Ozaeta, but further into the Rozarrian desert there were several with definite hunting territories. Usually he and his clan left them alone, but Antonio had been on one hunt for a Wyvern Lord before. Of course, that hunt had four members with a fifth running in half-way through the battle.
Maybe he should have accepted that offer for help…
Well it was too late now. He’d just have to hope that other bounty hunters caught wind of the mark and were making their way to it themselves. He didn’t mind sharing the reward so long as they pulled their own weight after all. But then, it was a long way to Raithwall’s Tomb from any direction save Rozarria and the monster had been spotted just before it, Simoon Bluff if he remembered right.
So he was probably going alone to fight a Wyvern Lord. At least it would be a glorious tale to tell if he survived it. Rolling his shoulders to settle the axe across his back more firmly, Antonio trudged on toward the distant little figures of another group of Urutan. Maybe he’d get lucky this time and they’d let him pass without a fight.
Eyes darting around to make sure he wasn’t about to be ambushed, Antonio pulled out the slightly dirty flyer for the mark; a Wyvern Lord. They weren’t all that common around Ozaeta, but further into the Rozarrian desert there were several with definite hunting territories. Usually he and his clan left them alone, but Antonio had been on one hunt for a Wyvern Lord before. Of course, that hunt had four members with a fifth running in half-way through the battle.
Maybe he should have accepted that offer for help…
Well it was too late now. He’d just have to hope that other bounty hunters caught wind of the mark and were making their way to it themselves. He didn’t mind sharing the reward so long as they pulled their own weight after all. But then, it was a long way to Raithwall’s Tomb from any direction save Rozarria and the monster had been spotted just before it, Simoon Bluff if he remembered right.
So he was probably going alone to fight a Wyvern Lord. At least it would be a glorious tale to tell if he survived it. Rolling his shoulders to settle the axe across his back more firmly, Antonio trudged on toward the distant little figures of another group of Urutan. Maybe he’d get lucky this time and they’d let him pass without a fight.