Avatio was out silently hunting in the woodlands of the Republic of Vestyn, moving with a slow and confident pace, bow in his steady hand. His preferred weapon, as it was less personal when it came to finishing off victims from a distance. In the country of Vestyn, there lay hunting commissions to rid the lands of one societally deemed problem- the monsters and hybrids, shunned from society and human life and forced into hiding in the forests, for the consequences of being caught for these 'savage' beings were most certainly death, and Avatio never missed his targets- stalking through the shadows of the trees, his hunting boots softly crunching the leaves and indenting the pristine earth beneath him. The hunter would distance himself from the idea of these beings' deaths- they were ravenous savages, and it was only his due good to society, and this proud country, to rid the lands of these creatures.

The hunter crept along among the lush wild growth, not upon an urgent search like those hunting amateurs, for those who caught his eye could never escape it until death. He suddenly froze, pausing in his movements upon hearing the sound rustle and swish of something living other than him beyond a few feet from himself- with quick and skilled precision, he climbed into a nearby tree to watch the situation from above, his pale blue eyes adjusting to the lighting as he tucked his black strands of hair behind his ears to better his visibility, his eyes settling upon one's form down below.