Solomoon hated green clouds.
He stared at those green clouds supported by cylinders of brown. Lying on his back Solomon could hear the wind whistle through the forest. His long hair tied in a scholarly ponytail rustling in the breeze. Solomon was tired of this routine. Everyday he would wake up looking at that entirely green sky much too close to the earth. He had been seeing this sky every day for years. It was fortunate for him that he was not claustrophobic or else he would have gone insane or more insane than years alone close to the edge of death with no human contact or interaction.
Solomon got up from the leaf strewn ground and silently walked back to his tent. The trees around him seemed to shift as he moved. Solomon had been paranoid of his surroundings since he had entered he had first entered the wilderness years ago. By this point however he had learned to distinguish the paranoia and the silently stalking predators that were a constant danger in the wilderness.
Pulling up the wooden stakes holding up the make-shift tent’s cloth covering. Solomon threw the wood into the fire kindled nearby by him earlier in the morning. He proceeded to fold up the cloth and place it inside his selfmade rabbit skin bag together with a few herbs. Solomon looked up suddenly. He could feel its eyes upon him creeping and full of bloodlust. He reached down and grabbed his knife strapped to his him.
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Solomon let out a breathe, lowered his center of gravity, and slowed his heart rate. He closed his eyes and slowly opened them. It was as if his entire aura changed, his bright blue eyes had a red glow giving a feeling of bloodlust and blazing heat. He channeled some fire mana around his body to strengthen his explosiveness.
From the corner of his eye he caught a streak of white heading behind him. He kept himself tense, waiting for the moment to strike. Solomon heard the crunching of dry leaves and with the explosiveness of fire mana sidestepped the attack, then in one swift movement stabbed the offending horned rabbit in the eye.
Solomon carefully examined the horned rabbit. It was 20 inches in length with a 4 inch horn extending from it’s temple. He looked through it’s white fur speckled with blood for parasites. Then after confirming it was safe, Solomon extracted the horn, skinned the rabbit, then butchered it for his breakfast and to make jerky.