| Okay, so here's the backstory, so you know why I named it Ivory Blaze: Armônd is an expert elephant hunter, and kills as many elephants as he can to feed his insatiable gambling problem.
Later on in the book, he has to do this after poaching laws come into effect and such. I may post that bit later...
Anywho! I'd like some tips/advice on this. (What should I change? Do you like it? Etc.)
Ivory Blaze
Silence. Armônd sat in the stiff brush that grew in an expansive thicket across the African planes, a hot breeze rustling his hair and pushing the beads of sweat on his forehead away. He waited in an almost ethereal quiet as the elephant walked to the watering hole and continued into the pool, the massive feet splashing water up as they pulled up and dunked back down into the water again, causing the hyenas on the other side to yelp in terror and flee.
Armônd let a slight grin cross his face as the elephant moved into the line of his scope and approached the crosshairs. Armônd's hand steadied and the rifle ceased all movement. As he held his breath, the elephant moved directly into the center of the lines and was immediately under his target. He squinted his left eye and moved the butt of the rifle deeper into the indention on his right shoulder, just above the armpit.
He let out a slow breath, and fired. The elephant reared into the air, his trunk flailing around, and stood on his hind legs. A loud screech eminated from deep within his throat and squealing vibrated throughout his trunk. Armônd watched in repressed pleasure as he calmly loaded another casing into the chamber.
Armônd stood up and held his rifle down, the barrel aimed perpendicular to the ground. As the elephant stopped it's moaning and began to fall over, Armônd let out a slight chuckle and locked the safety on his gun. He pulled out a large Bowie knife and began walking towards the collapsing beast.
In a matter of minutes he was upon the fallen carcass of the elephant, the blood oozing from his wound staining the water. He flipped his knife around and dug it into the elephant's hide over the tusks and continued to scrape around slowly releasing the beast's hold over the fabled ivory prize.
After a few hours of diligent work, Armônd had succesfully removed the tusks with only 1 noticeable cut on the enamel. The tusks were massive, both totaling an even 27" a piece from root to tip. He had claimed his reward from this kill, and was now off to take another.
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