No restrictions. Just keep it going. I always look an animal in the eye before killing it. It just seems... right. I like to think that we come to understanding, the animal and I, there in the moment before I take its life. Something in its eyes just sort of concedes and says "You've won."
I am a hunter, accept it or not. It's not for my enjoyment, it's for my life. The only difference between me and other hunters: I don't use guns. I don't use bows. Everything I need to kill I have. My razor sharp fingernails, my teeth like knives, my extreme eye-sight and sense of smell, my killer instinct. No, I'm not like human hunters. I'm more.
I have been living these woods ever since I can remember. They're my home, my school, my place of worship. They're everything to me. I know them, and they know me. We're a part of each other. It's almost as if I can tell when the woods will change-- when a breeze will blow, when a tree will fall. But somehow, I never could have predicted this. They came one day while I was hunting.
They were nothing I'd ever seen before. They had neatly cut hair, and neat fingernails. They had straight, neat teeth, and looked so clean. They were so neat, so perfect. They obviously didn't see me, crouching in a birdlike position in a tree. Bad eyes, bad noses. They were young, maybe seven or eight years old. They were running, but I didn't see any danger. They were showing teeth, but they weren't upset. I later found out they were playing and smiling, but that was my first run-in with humans.
The humans who would soon destroy everything that I needed to survive. They would destroy my woods. The woods in which I ate, and slept, and hunted. The woods that had become a part of me. They destroyed my woods to build their precious house and clear land for farming. And as a result the animals quickly started disappear. My meals became few and far between until they were non existent. So starved, freezing and on the brink of exhaustion I decided that I had to get revenge on the humans who destroyed everything that was dear to me
The sky was as dark red as the blood that would soon stain the ground. The humans had never been as attracting as prey, but they were alluring in a different way. Especially the women. Those, I concluded, were the most dangerous. Their bodies moved with grace and purpose. The outline of their bodies were obvious in their skin-tight pelts of bright colors. They were easy to spot, but their bodies gave me pause. I had to destroy as many women as I could before the men could begin to hunt me. I knew that I could run faster than any man and escape.
As I was pondering these thoughts outside my den, a girl, nearly the age of a woman, raced out of the trees in front of me. Seeing me, she stopped, her eyes wide and her long hair flying in front of her face with the wind. Tears- of fear, of sadness?- danced in her eyes and rolled slowly down her cheeks. She seemed frozen in place.
And then, when I thought she would finally run — and I wanted her to run, for the chase — she spoke to me. Her voice was sweet and innocent, if slightly scared by the unnatural man in front of her. "Akina," she called me, and her slim body bowed before me. I paused, perplexed at her humble display. Had I not took this position to pay respect to the animals I killed? And to worship the sun and the moon? So the why did this beautiful girl bow to me? I took her hand, pulled her in to me, and bared my teeth. When she smiled and murmured, "Dios" I knew then that I did not have to kill the women of the tribe. They were much too intriguing for that.