[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/366129818791575552/382393185881686016/davos2.png[/img][/center]

[@Lucius Cypher]


The trapper had been silent since the fish monster had met its end. After the others had departed, long after, Davos had remained. On that island this creature had dwelled with superiority yet sheer numbers, not truly the skill of the hunters, had brought it and its children down for good. Its lair was razed, eggs smashed, and likely someone had taken care of the rotting corpses no doubt within the center of the caverns. Fish monster was dragging people here to feed so there would be a fair bit of them.

Davos had spent the better part of a day ritualistically cutting the scaled flesh from the fallen adversary, if possible they would be peeled off the skin and used to provide light weight protection on an article of armor at his discretion. A splash of its blood had been added to the red cloth about his face to honor the beasts passing as a worthy challenger. The difficult part had been collecting the sharp fins. 
They held their edge remarkably and while nothing came to mind right now he believed they could be of use somewhere else. 

Perhaps they could line a bracer, caught by surprise it could easily cut open someones throat..

"You will be remembered, creature. Your death will be honored with proper reverence befitting your strength." 

Davos dug into the sand of the beach bare handed, a trough to place the body in before covering it back up. 

A small rowboat had come to retrieve him at his request, starting the journey back 'home' where his new partner was no doubt drinking away his earnings. In a perfect world this fellow would be the same stock as himself, tenacious and clever, but a brute had his uses. Strong bodies did not break when put to the test and under the Hunters guildwork they would be coming across some of the strongest in time.

[hr]

The Wilderness of Belvoir

[hr]

Davos was the next inside, his curved dagger in his right hand, following Marauder closely to protect his flank. Vampires were not always cowards but even they had an amount of intelligence to ambush. To the shadows the trapper looked for signs of movement. The fluttering of cloth, the shine of eyes, anything that would give away a position.