A born and <raised> "Hunter" [Open]

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His feet made footprints in the wet sand on the beach of District four. It seemed like it had been ages since he'd been down here, Why was he down here? The answer to that was simple, he was practicing his tracking skills. His Prey? A random person who'd agreed to do this. His mission was to track them somewhere in the district and take them down. He wondered who it was, whomever it was, he felt a little bad for them because he had no mercy for the people he tracked, not even those who weren't actual prey. He smiled to himself as he imagined the person they'd gotten to volunteer for this job. Perhaps they'd paid them well for it. No matter, he'd take them down anyways.

He followed the trail of the runner, picking his way carefully along the rocks of the beach until finally, he came to the edge of the district. He knew that the prey wouldn't go past the edge of the district, they'd been instructed to stay in the district. He turned to head into the district when he caught sight of a figure not far away from him. There you are he thought, He silently snuck up on the person until he was within tackling distance and waited. The thing about being a hunter is that you learn to be patient. Hunter was very Patient. Now, to wait for them to be unsuspecting and at ease he thought.

After a few moments, the person visibly relaxed and he took that chanch to tackle them. He barreled into them and pinned them under him. "You have been caught, don't struggle, that will only make this harder" He sais, looking at his prey.