Wanderer|Naurorod
Sept 10, 2006 22:39:27 GMT -5
Post by bartimaeus on Sept 10, 2006 22:39:27 GMT -5
Bremen adjusts his stance, placing more wieght on his left foot for a better take off. The deer he's watching swishes it's ears back and forth. 'it sences me, but it does not smell me' Bremen thinks. Standing still and evening out his breathing Bremen waits for it to make it's first mistake.
The glade that Bremen was hunting in wasn't far off the coast of the Great River. The deer here were a lot bigger than anything closer to home, or at least where his mother was born. Bremen didn't realy have a home specifically, it was just where ever he decided to camp each night. Bremen had spotted the deer, a magnificent male stag who had just shed his horns from breeding season last spring, earlier in the afternoon. It was more intelligent than the others he'd hunted before, it made sure it wouldn't graze in places that had restricted visabiltiy and it never took it's eyes off the downwind side of the glade. Bremen loved a good hunt, it made his blood pulse and his hands tremor slightly with excitement.
Suddenly the stag started to graze. After a few minutes the stag starts to graze at grass that was upwind turning it's back on Bremen. 'first mistake' thinks bremen. The stag continues to graze occasionally flicking it's ears back to hear anything. Bremen ever so slightly raises himself up to his full hight and hurles his triton at the stag. The trident flies true, right into the stags neck. The force and precision of the trident hitting the necks vertibrae breaking the bones stuns the deer. Bremen runs into the glade and quickly finishes the deer off with a blow to the head useing one of the swords he carries on his back.
Bremen carries the carcass back to his small camp, and sets up a fire. Useing his power he lights the dry timber and grass before skinning his kill. Bremen finishes the job quickly and cooks his meat. The skin Bremen scrapes clean and stretches out useing large stones to dry it. Bremen finds a small black pouch on his belt and prepares the curing ointment to stop the hide from deteriorating. Bremen grinds a brown plant leaf and mixes it with a powder he obtaines from another pouch attached to his belt. After he mixes it dry Bremen adds water and stirs until the mixture is smooth with a texture to that of melted wax. Bremen finds a smooth stone from a creek not far from his camp, and starts to wipe the mixture over the underside of the skin. When he finishes he places the hide slightly closer to the fire to deter scavengers from attempting to steal the skin then bremen checks his meat and eats his meal.After his satisfying meal Bremen unrolls his bed roll and climbs into bed.
Bremen tries to fall asleep, but latley thoughts keep popping into his head, and niggle away at his conscious mind. Thoughts to do with his father. Thoughts that raised questions like why did his father care weather or not he was a fire instead of a storm? why did his mother think it a better idea to raise him alone? Bremen sometimes wished to know what it was like to have a freind. He'd been alone most of his life, more so when his mother had fallen off that cliff when he was yuonger. It never occurs to Bremen that it was odd that his mother should die by falling off a cliff that she walked past each day. Many hours pass and Bremen finally falls asleep.
The glade that Bremen was hunting in wasn't far off the coast of the Great River. The deer here were a lot bigger than anything closer to home, or at least where his mother was born. Bremen didn't realy have a home specifically, it was just where ever he decided to camp each night. Bremen had spotted the deer, a magnificent male stag who had just shed his horns from breeding season last spring, earlier in the afternoon. It was more intelligent than the others he'd hunted before, it made sure it wouldn't graze in places that had restricted visabiltiy and it never took it's eyes off the downwind side of the glade. Bremen loved a good hunt, it made his blood pulse and his hands tremor slightly with excitement.
Suddenly the stag started to graze. After a few minutes the stag starts to graze at grass that was upwind turning it's back on Bremen. 'first mistake' thinks bremen. The stag continues to graze occasionally flicking it's ears back to hear anything. Bremen ever so slightly raises himself up to his full hight and hurles his triton at the stag. The trident flies true, right into the stags neck. The force and precision of the trident hitting the necks vertibrae breaking the bones stuns the deer. Bremen runs into the glade and quickly finishes the deer off with a blow to the head useing one of the swords he carries on his back.
Bremen carries the carcass back to his small camp, and sets up a fire. Useing his power he lights the dry timber and grass before skinning his kill. Bremen finishes the job quickly and cooks his meat. The skin Bremen scrapes clean and stretches out useing large stones to dry it. Bremen finds a small black pouch on his belt and prepares the curing ointment to stop the hide from deteriorating. Bremen grinds a brown plant leaf and mixes it with a powder he obtaines from another pouch attached to his belt. After he mixes it dry Bremen adds water and stirs until the mixture is smooth with a texture to that of melted wax. Bremen finds a smooth stone from a creek not far from his camp, and starts to wipe the mixture over the underside of the skin. When he finishes he places the hide slightly closer to the fire to deter scavengers from attempting to steal the skin then bremen checks his meat and eats his meal.After his satisfying meal Bremen unrolls his bed roll and climbs into bed.
Bremen tries to fall asleep, but latley thoughts keep popping into his head, and niggle away at his conscious mind. Thoughts to do with his father. Thoughts that raised questions like why did his father care weather or not he was a fire instead of a storm? why did his mother think it a better idea to raise him alone? Bremen sometimes wished to know what it was like to have a freind. He'd been alone most of his life, more so when his mother had fallen off that cliff when he was yuonger. It never occurs to Bremen that it was odd that his mother should die by falling off a cliff that she walked past each day. Many hours pass and Bremen finally falls asleep.