please move to the tengel rainforest at the end of the event! thanks.
“Life eats life til the strongest and most piggish life is left.”
― Jack London, The Sea Wolf
The Banatoyle hung from his tail, half-hidden by the broad, green expanse of tessellated banana leaves. He had been waiting in suspension for the better part of a day, and despite his training, he was beginning to fall asleep. To his right were a cluster of bona fide bananas, whose sunripe yellow skin and nonchalant swinging he carefully imitated; to his left, the canopies of trees fell away into a coarse trail, where the underbrush had been trampled into oblivion by generations of hikers. His gaze swept along the trail, pausing at the bend from which he hoped his target would soon emerge.
What thoughts pass through an assassin's mind, when he is alone on his first mission? Does he fret over the sharpness of his silver daggers, the potency of his poisoned darts? Does he pray? Does he sympathize with the victim, whose life is forfeit for gold and glory?
Clementine tried. He knew more about his victim than about his own mother- their name, their associates, their last known address, and the exact flowerpot under which they hid their backup house key. Soon, he thought, he would know all there is left to know.
He trained his eyes on a spot not too far from his tree. When the wind rose, the leaves rustled and shook. The spot of light rippled too, as if it were the sun that moved, and not the shadows.