The Big Hunt

The Waityu hunter gathered his primitive gear and headed out, searching for bugs.

Bugs might not seem like big game, but the Waityu are small, mouse-like creatures that walk on two feet and the bugs in the area can get to be as large as they are.

He spread soot over the length of his forehead and followed it with two stripes under each eye, marking himself for the hunt.

He then grabbed a shoddy bow and a quiver of arrows that looked to be in better shape than the item that would be flinging them towards the Waityu's prey.

The hunter said a prayer to the gods and stepped out of the small hut he had made in the woods out of leaves and twigs.

He hunched down as he moved as quietly as he could through the brush and foliage on the forest floor and was able to keep a quicker pace than most while remaining relatively unheard.

This was an important hunt for him. It was his coming of age rite. He was to find and kill a golden beetle or not come back at all.

He knew he had to get that beetle one way or another.