Polybagged with Uncanny X-Men #295.
*Hunter - Hunters, born and bred, in a world too weak for them. They catch the scent of trouble and think they know the intent of the prey.
one born to the pains of the past, the other to those of the future. Two men, as out of time and touch with themselves, as am I. As it stands, they are just minor players in a mush larger game, no matter the importance they impart on themselves as pieces in the arena of time.
Let the pawns sniff the rotted wood for maggots. Let them catch the scent. Then they will know the scent they have captured on icy winds is that of their own fear. The smell of their own deaths. *Source: Back of Card