03-26-2011, 04:02 PM
Argul decided to take a break from the town life. He decided to roam for awhile, eventually venturing into dampwood. He didn't mind this place. He had already set up a small shelter and camp and laid a few traps. He was working on some more. Most were simple in design. A rock carefully balanced on some sticks. A little piece of food placed in it so that an animal would disturb it and have the rock trap or kill them. He preferred this method over active hunting. It conserved energy and allowed him time for other things. The only flaw was that it was not big game material and that you could have worse luck with this manner of hunting.
He enjoyed his time messing with Shawchert, but he needed to feel the open wild area and travel again. He would return but not today. No, he felt more at home in the wild, even if harsh, than anywhere else. His mind was drifting as he traveled though. He would think of Shaw and make up more mischievous plans to cause him trouble. He would reflect on his purpose to this and remember Orin. That would bring a whole new flood of thoughts and memories. For whatever reason this sick man had fallen in love with her and he was blind to the fact that it was not returned. And never would be. He considered himself right in most of his actions.
He was exhausted, mentally. He was tired of thinking these thoughts. His heart ached, his anger would rise. It was an emotional roller coaster to him and he did not like it. He instead worked at making more intricate traps. Working hard and carefully helped keep his mind from wondering far. He needed these to be precise, accurate and well made, if they were to be functional. His knife out, whittling some sticks into fine points. He soon had a small pile of sticks with sharp points.
"Starting to get hungry..." he told himself, aloud. "Time to check some traps. He got up and roamed away from his camp. He had already memorized little markers to tell him where he was going, he headed away from his camp and towards a small trap a small ways from there.
He enjoyed his time messing with Shawchert, but he needed to feel the open wild area and travel again. He would return but not today. No, he felt more at home in the wild, even if harsh, than anywhere else. His mind was drifting as he traveled though. He would think of Shaw and make up more mischievous plans to cause him trouble. He would reflect on his purpose to this and remember Orin. That would bring a whole new flood of thoughts and memories. For whatever reason this sick man had fallen in love with her and he was blind to the fact that it was not returned. And never would be. He considered himself right in most of his actions.
He was exhausted, mentally. He was tired of thinking these thoughts. His heart ached, his anger would rise. It was an emotional roller coaster to him and he did not like it. He instead worked at making more intricate traps. Working hard and carefully helped keep his mind from wondering far. He needed these to be precise, accurate and well made, if they were to be functional. His knife out, whittling some sticks into fine points. He soon had a small pile of sticks with sharp points.
"Starting to get hungry..." he told himself, aloud. "Time to check some traps. He got up and roamed away from his camp. He had already memorized little markers to tell him where he was going, he headed away from his camp and towards a small trap a small ways from there.