-‡-The river spread far enough across the channel of cliffs, boulders, and trees that he could use longbow with ease without the clutter of trees in the way as there was in the jungle. The sounds of the current tumbling along whispered and rushed along in a continual, soothing cycle below. He was crouched upon the side of a cliff that jutted forth from a stretch of land higher than the river itself, far enough that any danger from the waters would not reach him. Far enough above that he had a good viewing of what was in the waters so he could see the dark shapes of fish here and there where they gathered near the shore to feast on miniscule insects leaping about from green leaves floating about with the current.
Eyes were attentive upon the waters, waiting perhaps for something to become his prey. But after several moments of enduring the soothing, relaxing sounds beyond, he caught no sight of the creature he was looking for. Dark woven together locks of his hair brushed against his neck and along the leathers he wore that were strapped along his shoulders as he looked up and down the lengths of the river. Squinting to see just how much he could make out before giving up his search. He leapt off of the cliff dismissively, and began to hover over the river, his wings batting at the winds that were his to breath in. The scents of the fish within the waters, and the cooling breeze that it brought with it tugging at his wings. He decided to head further down river. As the further south he went, there was liably to be more commotion from the City, as well as activity to draw predators.
The lengths of his wings spanned far enough to his sides that he still had no worry about hitting any trees with the size of the river below. In fact, he began to dive closer to the surface with another angling of those dry feathered folds. Eyes of narrowed gleaming orbs seeking fervently for movement of something to kill. In moments, he found himself turning a bend in the river as a mass of trees had grown in it's path upon another rise of earth that formed a strict cliff face that rose up higher than any human could scale without aid. On the other side of the river, the shore was accessible, and a small beach was revealed with a rise of grass that showed signs of being trampled upon here and there in somethings wake.
Such signs drew his attention, and he drew himself upwards to the opposite side of the river. An abrupt swoosh of his wings was overheard as they fought against the wind to stop his aerial movement. His boots skidding upon loose stone below as he landed. Yet, as soon as he did, the edge of the cliff fell away from him. Sending a large enough chunk of sand and earth to quickly slide down the cliffside to follow a natural path into the waters below. Coroth was quick to hold his ground. His wings reflexively snapped outwards ready to put himself back into flight as he stumbled, and refound firm ground a little farther over.
Below, in the waters, something emerged as the spillage of the cliffside caused ripples, and a disruption into its watery depths. Something that appeared small, and floating, perhaps a mere log of a tree as it effortlessly rode with the waters casual pace. Coroth at first paid it little mind. He decided to try to use bait to determine if whatever had left the tracks across the river was nearby. His shield was lowered onto the ground behind him, knowing it would not be needed in coming moments. The yellow skin of the snake he had brought with him was drawn from his shoulder instead. The ooze of blood was not minded in its wake, or what had become left of it at this point in it's keeping. A blade was slipped free from his belt, and pried against the tail end of the creature. After a few moments, the flesh was easily enough cut through, and the smaller portion was tossed into the waters passing below. A spittle of blood be left in it's wake to splatter against the surface with droplets that could be barely heard in their making.
Nearby, what he thought to be a drifting log, suddenly began moving more quickly upon the surface towards what he had thrown into the waters. Yet, as it drew near enough, it submerged, and left his sight. Coroths eyes narrowed all the more in guise and humor. Another segment of the snake was cut off. This one he threw ever farther away, towards the distant shore. The waters below began showing something streaming in it's direction from beneath the water. Perhaps, a brackish shape began being revealed as the revealing light from the skies above reflected through the waters here and there to what was within it's surface.
A third portion of meat was cut way, and hurled as far as he could across the river. The remnant length of the snake was tossed back onto his shoulder. His longbow unharnessed from his back so he could begin stringing it into the notch for use. When it was prepared, he took off from the cliff face, leaving his shield behind to return for later. His flight took him to near the opposite side of the river. His wings keeping him in flight and above the waters high enough that his bow could be put to use. His free hand gathered his knife for use, and sawed through the snake for another portion. Using the leather of his pauldron as a cutting board until it finally fell free into the waters below. The iron scent of blood and exposed guts of the snake began dripping into the waters as he grasped at the snake, and tugged it from it's hang beside his head. Letting the entrails pour into the water below. Leading it's hungry predator onwards towards the shore till he was close enough to let it drop partially into the water, and the rest of it land within the muddy shoreline.
In moments, the trail of meat and blood was pursued. His longbow was readied with an arrow. The continual, slow batting of his wings in up and down fluency kept him rhythmically in the air above, waiting as no other large predator or creature in these parts perhaps was capable of doing. In another moment, the beast within the waters revealed itself. It was not an enormous king of it's kind. Nor was it even a full sized adult perhaps. But it was large enough to serve him in his needs for a hide. A strong hide, one with scales and reptilian texture that was pleasing to his own desires to wear instead of the hide of a milking cow.
In another moment, the snake was found, the acrid scent of it's remnant amount of blood luring the creature towards it. Till it was hastily taken into it's maw. Sharpened teeth snapping it into it's mouth to begin working it into bits to be consumed. It was with his steady hover in the air, and versing in aim that he loosed his arrow. The shaft practically embedding itself in the thick hide, but not so deeply as he was hoping, or as he was used to seeing an arrow do with a human. Thus another was drawn upon his bow with the haste of a need to shoot another. The beast on the shore below already twisting itself from beneath the impalement. Unknowing what was giving it such pain, noises began emitting from it's nostrils in agony, and anger at the intrusion upon his little feast.
His second arrow was loosed, driving into the belly of the creature as it was attempting to dislodge the first arrow. The second arrow erupted in a snapping of the light wood as it was rolled upon, impaling it further into it's hide and stomach within as it became all the more enraged with pain, and having nothing nearby to kill for dealing such to it. It though, did not seem to be on the brink of dying so soon. His longbow was pulled over his head and one shoulder. The length of a spear quickly, unpracticedly was removed from it's harness at his back as he watched his prey begin to make enough sense to head back into the waters where perhaps it was safer. Before it could do so, he descended to reach it.
The spear was not something prized by great warriors, or even riddled with runes for power and the aiding of magic, but it was lethal enough to serve its purpose. And with a rush from his wings demanding the airs part for him, he drove it into the escaping beast below. The spear felt piercing through the toughness of its' flesh with his velocity from above. Angling downwards as he had nothing to stop himself from continuing to drive it into the beast until it bore through and came out to bury into the murky sands below. Pinning it into the ground where it became captured. And the waters began reddening with it's release of blood as it entered a state of panic and ebbed towards its dying breaths.
Coroth swept his wings downwards, pulling himself away from the waters to hover as close as he could from the surface. The tips of his wings grew damp in those moments. The waters soaking into the blue feathers, making them all the more darker, weighing his flight. The waters below became a tumultuous state of ripples, both from the frantic beast he'd captured, and his own weave of beating wings from above.
After it's death, Coroth landed upon the grounded hide of the unmoving beast. His spear was pried from the depths of the waters, rivulets dripping from it's shimmering metal end that had served it's purpose. Lucid orbs quickly looked around the waters, assuring himself that no others of it's kind were within the area. In the distance, a few possible heads floated about. Only one of which was hesitant and cautious as it approached. It no doubt had felt the tremble of the waters, and the death cries that the river had perhaps sent in its direction.
The tail of the beast was wrapped around with an arm that became doused and soaked in water. He began to pull it onto the shore, the distaste for water altogether as an avriel forgotten for the moment as it splashed and rained upon his thigh, and sides below. Dragging it with the heave of his lithe muscles. Muscles that argued along his arm to clench his hold upon the tough hide of the creature as he pulled. Muscles along his thighs to legs further below began to be put to use to drag it further and further. Legs that relied more on his wings than the practice of walking. Something he now regretted. It though, was too heavy to lift into the air.
Even now he took another glance over his shoulder, to seek out perhaps the arrival of another that might come to its' revenge. It did draw near to the shores, the blood leaving a path from it's crimsoned surface to lead it where it was dragged onto the sandy shores, and over the path of long blades of grass and plants alike that gave way to his impedance. =‡=