PLANET AURUM
How long had he been here, now, living on this lush, woodland planet? Truthfully, the Chiss did not know, nor did he care to find out or calculate it. His one concern at the moment was the fact that he could not find a prey worthy to hunt down, and darkness falls quickly this time of year. With no wind to offer him a scent, or sufficient light to see clearly, despite him having developed excellent night-vision, the was little else than old fashioned tracking left for him to resort to. Scanning the ground for paw-prints, his naturally dark blue skin rendering him invisible to the common eye, be it man or mammal, he picks up traces of a large animal, most likely a cat of some sort. There were no official records of any animal species on this planet, it being seemingly void of inhabitants, so he had little idea what to call them. Slipping into the shadows of the night, he travelled by using the trees, jumping across the thick branches of the thick forest. The night brought out the worst of predators, making the ground a questionable way of travel.The search went on further into the night, with the moon providing the only source of light. There were no stars out this evening, it seemed. A pity. He did so enjoy watching the starry night-sky, studying the signs one could read into the constellations, should one know where to look. He'd already written many pages, books even, on the subject matter, along with his experiences with herbs, animal footprints, landmarks, and much more. The pages needed to write on he made himself, using leaves from a special kind of plant, which are naturally very thin and flexible, yet sturdy and pliable. And so, he came upon his prey. This cat would rather believe itself to excel at hunting, yet tonight the feline was the hunted. Without a sound, the silvery reflection of his blade swooped down on the large mammal, severing its main arteries surrounding its heart, all in one swipe. The cat would not have felt a thing, and was dead within mere seconds of his attack. The hide would make a fine new cloak, as his old one had begun to wither at its seams. And the meat will no doubt sustain him for a week, maybe more.
As he inspected his prey more closely, he suddenly caught the scent of another, not like anything he'd ever encountered before since arriving here all those years ago. This was no mere animal, no bird or reptile. The footsteps made by feet clad in boots was its source, undoubtedly. He began scanning the perimeter to the best of his ability, but admittedly his vision was not ready for the kind of pitch-black darkness he was thrust into this night. With a silent movement of his hands, both his blades were revealed, shimmering in the lines of moonlight reaching the ground, and his voice issued a warning: "Do not come closer, I beg you, for your own sake." The footsteps had stopped, no doubt having become aware of his knowledge of them.
@[member="Fiera Eldaska"]