above trees and rooftops | towards the setting sun

above trees and rooftops & towards the setting sun underneath the eye of the blood-rimmed sun, jongin surveys the landscape stretching out on all sides. everything is flat, black earth, smudged with the lives that have crossed over it to the unknown. his shoulders remain tense as he sets down his rucksack. even as his hands perform the familiar task of setting up a tent, tying the canvas to the stakes, drawing a square around it and muttering the simple incantation that his mentor had taught him, jongin does not glance down. his prey is just as easily his predator. the last thing he does before he retreats into his tent is build a fire out of a bundle of dried tinder and a flint. it won’t keep out the things he is hunting, he knows, but it will give him warmth, something to cook with. the enchanted square will do most of the protecting, as long as he does not take a single step out of it.