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Not like he was keeping track on how many got away, but the slight knot of frustration in his stomach seemed to tell him it was even poorer of a performance than usual. Which was bad, because even his peak performance was laughably terrible. It was rare to ever see a true display of anything other than awkward affableness or placid, warm calm on the new hunter's face, but anyone who stumbled upon him at the moment would have noticed the evident spark of annoyance that seemed to play upon every feature of his face as he trudged along through the forest that surrounded the manor, at this point not bothering to silence his steps.
He hated hunting, he hated even more that was all he was really good for so far here; he couldn't kill another cat, couldn't fight to save his soul, so instead he was stuck hunting, which he was almost as bad at as he was at combat. It was worth questioning how he had survived this far in his life without learning to hunt better than a fledgling kitten, nor fight any better than one either, but clearly he somehow had. In fact, it was something that Rasalas himself might have taken a bit of pride in at any other moment in time, the ways and reasons and alternative skills that made it so he never had needed to bother with such tasks to stay alive; but right now, alone in the forest, legs weary from being out so long but equally too proud to come back empty-pawed, those other skill-sets seemed soured and distinctly impractical.
