Aiming Down Range

Mystery

POSTED: Sun Oct 07, 2018 11:15 pm

OOC: Hee Haw Orchard. Just after sunrise. WC: 477

IC: The soft hum and audible thwack of an arrow being released and striking true into its target repeatedly could be heard in the otherwise quiet, misty morning. Down a deserted orchard row, the lone female practiced her aim and accuracy on thin, wooden target strapped to a hay bale. It had been a while since Sedona had pulled out her archery equipment. She had been feeling the nagging desire to bring out the old bow and arrow for the past week or so. She didn't want to fall out of practice and forgo her chances at bringing in game for food for the pack, especially now that the weather and seasons were shifting and would bring less and less prey.

Thankfully, the cowgirl found she was not rusty in her art; and with a few off-point shots, she regained her true strikes quite readily. While no perfect shot every time, she was always a fairly good cluster-shot. She never missed the target, which was always a positive. She made sure that when she first picked up the weapon she had at least mastered staying within a certain area on the target before she even bothered trying to utilize the bow outside of a range. In the chilly October morning, the solitude of the orchard provided the woman with the perfect focus. Her clusters of arrows were tighter than usual and her grasp upon her bow felt sure and steady as she prepared to loose another one right into the heart of her already buried previous five shots into the bullseye. Taking a steadying breath, the Whitesage woman, ran her fingers along the shaft of the arrow, her heart racing as her focus became acute. It was as if time had slowed. All that mattered was her, the bow, the arrow and the target. She could almost feel the palpable tension in the air from the drawn back bow string as she aimed at her target point. On the count of three, she would release the deadly tipped weapon to send it flashing like a flying fang through the swirling fog and into the brightly painted target yards away.

Confidence in her aim was key to making the most accurate shot possible. Confidence and concentration. "On three..." she thought. "One...Two..." Itching to let go of her target seeking projectile Sedona narrowed her eyes, at the ready, doing one last quick visual check of her surrounds before she spoke the last number under her breath. "Three." She then let the arrow fly free and watched it streak away from her and zoom straight down the row of crabapple trees and sink deep into the hay bale. With a triumphant grin, the woman wagged her tail and began to reach for another arrow from the quiver upon her back, aiming for a seventh successful buried shot in her makeshift target.


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POSTED: Thu Oct 11, 2018 9:19 am

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A half black masked face poked up above the yellowing grass, swaying like an autumnal sea. They blinked away the sleep from their frosty eyes, and dark lips parted to show pinkish insides, a longue spotty tongue curling out in a shaky yawn.

'What are you what are you’

That's when they knew, he was a boy in the moment, then he could think. The night had been full of stars, and he recalled laying in the orchard for a gaze. Mystery must have fallen into a slumber.

Then there was a bold, distinctive start, like a rock hitting a hard place, and its aftermath echoed through the field. Around the rustling trees and the open air until it dissolved and the only thing left was the wind. Mystery sat up, marbled ears delicately adjusting to find the source. Another harsh, woody thump, and this time he crawled to a tree and peered at a woman with a bow in hand, quiver on a morning-touched back that looked a shade of gold. Mystery looked to the bright target, back to her as she began drawing another fletched bullet. Her, the weapon and a target down the way, it seemed so beautiful, like Flamingo. Whatever that was, but he knew it was just as beautiful as this, it must be.

Hitting a target, it was kind of like winning in a way, a way that Mystery had never won anything before. It looked sleek, skillful, a wizardry in a world of their mundane antics. Of paper folding and voices, and the uncanny. Archery looked hard and full of problems, the problems that came with the curve, but all Mystery wanted to do was take it in his hands and shoot.

But he stayed, behind the wide trunk of the apple tree, breath swaying in rickets because he wanted to talk to the pretty girl with the pretty shot. Mystery didn't know what to say, or do, but just watch. And the voices they went, 'just watch just watch’ but he couldn't stay away. The oddball plucked an apple from the fall grass and strolled into the line of fire. He placed it atop his head, eyes like misty lakes peering up to watch the apple and keep it atop his head.

Mystery grinned, a tooth pulling over his lip awkwardly, his one dark ear bent down like a snapped reed. “A f-funny joke,” he spoke over the hissing grass, “funny, jocular p-probably hysterical,” he whispered. 'Dolt’
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POSTED: Sat Nov 03, 2018 11:06 am

OOC: Sorry for the wait! DX WC: 404

IC: Sedona wasn't expecting any of her other pack mates to be up and about this early. It was too chilly and just too darn early for most normal folk. But much to her surprise, she found soon she was not alone out in her makeshift archery range. As she prepared to loose the next arrow from the bow, suddenly, down range and to the left of her target, a merle colored figure rose from like a ghost from the otherwise golden swaying grasses that surrounded her. Instinct almost took over and she began to aim her bow towards the unknown figure, before she recognized that the person was not a threat. In fact, they seemed to be engaging in an old classic, albeit dangerous 'tease the archer' maneuver: hold an apple on your head and let it be shot off by a very carefully aimed arrow. Sedona didn't know the other Mistwalker's intentions, but she was glad to hear they weren't actually expecting her to take the shot at least. Her heart beat fast from the sudden rush of adrenaline from the unexpected situation. She shook her head, hearing the other speak just barely audible in the misty morning. "A-A funny joke..." They said and Sedona lowered her aim, releasing the tension on her string.

"Best be careful springin' up on me like that, friend!" She said with a gentle, friendly warning in her tone, despite her still mildly racing her from her brief scare. "I coulda' hit ya, and no, not in a jokin' kind of way." She said grimly but still not upset in any way. It was too beautiful a morning to be mad. "Now, if you wanna do trick shots with me, I'm all for it, but I'd rather ya not sacrifice yer own body to do it." She chuckled and beckoned the other canine towards her. "Y'ever actually seen what an arrow does to an apple?" She asked with a grin, holding out her paw for the other --a female, she determined as the woman approached, --to hand her the apple. "I can show ya." She was all for the company this morning and for showing off of course. And hey, it was a chance to get to know another pack mate. "I'm Sedona, by the way it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." The whitesage woman said, offering her other paw for the female to shake.


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POSTED: Thu Nov 08, 2018 3:42 am

OOC :: You're fine, I make people wait longer all the time RIP Words→ 300+

“Could h-have hit…” ‘us’. Then no one would be home to knock on the door and ask who was outside, asking if it would be alright to come out and play. Mystery began to walk toward the unknown Mistwalker, a careless look in his damp eyes. But careless meant forgetting, and he’d forgotten the red shiny target perched between his ears. It rolled off as he began moving freely, the apple harmlessly striking the side of his muzzle before falling in the grass with a hiss. He bent down to pick it up, and for one blink it looked more like a stone than an apple, reminding him it was the perfect size to throw. And could he ever throw.

However, looking again to Sedona he plucked the apple from the yellowing grasses and made the rest of the way to her without another stop. The fruit clutched securely in one sturdy hand. “N-no, b-but stones—stones I m-mean, I’ve thrown stones.” He put the apple down into a waiting hand, an innocent to death row. Mystery’s eyes wandered round, they even fell on Sedona’s face for a bright moment, carving carefully away from her eyes before reeling away altogether. He turned his head, scratched an itchy ear with two idle fingers. “Apples are s-soft. Not...not like s-stones.” It seemed like basics, and every once in a while it was nice to review them, to make sure they were still there. ‘Soft hard apples stones’ said Crowley. “Sh,” the coydog hushed, short and sharp. He noticed an outreached paw, and wasn’t sure why it was there, so his eyes squinted. He’d missed something. Mystery extended his own hand like Sedona’s might be hot to the touch, finally touching down into her palm with one finger. He shook the single digit about. “P-pleasure!” He confirmed, beaming.

“Now d-do the shooty thing! O-oh oh please!” He put his arms behind his back, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Some word-meld scolding from Lucifer, and the bouncing stopped, and a smiling face fell out of the sun.

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POSTED: Thu Nov 15, 2018 3:30 am

WC: 760

Even upon this first encounter with the stranger, Sedona couldn't help but notice there was something a bit...odd about them. The dapple furred dog smelled female, even appeared more feminine but moved and acted in a more masculine way. There was an absence to their eyes, but a genuine interest held there too, in the world around them. Sedona couldn't quite place her finger on it, but this canid was definitely odder than those she'd met thus far. Regardless of the curiosity she held, she did not hold any judgement. Everyone was different and maybe her new found company was just a little more ...different than she was accustomed to.That didn't mean she should treat them any less kindly.

The stranger approached, a slightly dreamy, far off look on their face, the apple falling from their head and rolling to the ground, which made Sedona perk an ear in question, but they quickly stooped and retrieve it as if the sound of the fruit landing in the tall grass reminded them of its presence. Smiling, Sedona's paw brushed the other's paw as they handed her the apple, speaking of how they'd not dealt with apples before, but stones and the obvious differences between the two objects. The cowgirl chuckled, nodding, her unusual green and yellow eyes catching their gaze for a moment or two before glancing away. "Indeed. And another good point, ya can't pierce a stone with an arrow." The cowgirl wagged her tail, glancing down and
trying not to screw up her face in question as she ended up shaking the other canine's finger rather than their paw for an introduction as the other Mistwalker shook themselves free of whatever thoughts they'd been momentarily distracted by. "P-pleasure!"

'A quirky one for sure.' Sedona mused but shrugged off the strange handshake, quickly reabsorbed by the exuberance of the still yet unnamed stranger. In all their seeming far away thoughts, they'd forgotten to give their name. Sedona didn't mind. The stranger was friendly enough and smelled strongly of Mistfell Vale, so it wasn't as if they was just some dreamy-headed loner lurking about popping out of the grass with apples looking to cause trouble. The Whitesage woman repositioned her bow back into her grip and began to walk down the line of apple trees towards her target down range. "I take it ye've never used a bow and arrow before, then?" She asked the coydog with a raised brow, making the assumption based on the way they used the phrase "shooty thing". "I'd be happy to teach you if you'd like." She offered, taking a fresh arrow from her quiver as she set the apple in front of her makeshift target. "It's all about how you stand and hold the bow, really. It takes some practice but once ya get it down, it's something you don't really forget easily." She told her new found fan before turning again heading back to where she originally stood. The coydog really did seem genuinely fascinated by her and her archery. They quite literally bounced about with visible excitement. Sedona was unaccustomed to so much rapt attention while she was shooting. But she had to admit, it felt kinda good to have another skill of hers appreciated.

"Alright. Now, watch what I do..." The cowgirl said with a wink, and then stanced herself, feet shoulder-width part, knocking an arrow against the bow string and drawing it back, resting the arrow upon the side of her paw. She aimed down the way, making she her line of fire was clear and her elbow was even so her shot wouldn't go astray. "See how I'm holding my body and how I've got the bow held in comparison?" She asked and turned her head to glance at the blue merle canine. "Once yer sure of your sights, then ya let 'er fly!" She said, and then with one swift release, let the arrow loose with a twang of the bowstring. The shaft soared down the row of trees and sunk squarely into the target, missing the apple by a mere half inch. "Damn!" The cowgirl cursed softly under her breath. "Ah, well. Close!" She chuckled, preparing to grab for her last couple arrows, before she'd need to retrieve them all from down range again. "Can't be a deadeye shot every time." She said positively, not even remotely worried that she'd missed her intended target. "Would ya like to give it a go?" She asked then, holding out her bow and a single arrow for her mysterious companion.


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POSTED: Tue Nov 27, 2018 6:39 pm

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“Oh oh n-no,” the doggish creature said, “I have not shot a-arrows.” Mystery followed the archer—this newfound rapture—with wholly gleaming eyes of curiosity. Fidgeting hands folded together in a feverish vie for release as he followed Sedona down range. “Ah, bow. Bow and ar-row. Arrow and b-bow.” It seemed like a pretty good tandem, a team. Like a stone and a fist or fingers and paper. With the apple placed without a living subject nearby they retreated back to the place the woman deemed to be her shooting place.

In that time before, she said, watch what I do, and Mystery could do that. He could do that quite easily, because he did that quite a bit. And that ask became a command, and his hands stopped moving altogether because he wanted to focus completely and devoutly on his teacher. With watery eyes screwed harshly on Sedona, he watched as she positioned herself with a dutiful poise. Do you see. Mystery nodded to ensure her that he did. With this pose she explained that sureness was the next step, and all the oddball wanted to know was, how could you be sure? But that was behind them, because then a small breeze was met with the bursting twang of the bow in Sedona’s grasp.

Mystery’s head followed the arrow as it flew straight and missed the apple. It was faster than a stone, more graceful, too. It required skill, not strength, but still Mystery wanted to try despite not being the skillful sort. The objects were held out to him, and he muttered a quick “Yes” while still trying to understand how it all worked. Taking the bow in one hand, he took its counterpart in the other. The coydog thought about what had just transpired, the way Sedona had positioned herself, eyes taut on the apple the arrow taut back on the string. It was all focused and graceful, the opposite of what Mystery seemed capable of being.

He lifted the weapon, fumbled with trying to get the arrow on the drawstring just right. He thought he had it and began to pull back, but it flung off in a sad spiral. Into the thin grass and onto its side. “Oh!” Mystery sounded, “Th-that…” he lowered the bow, “was a-amazing! T-terrific!” He shot his arms up in triumph, skipping over to the arrow and plucked it up like a flower. His bushy tail swept at his ankles and his eyes roared like waves. The coydog smiled, held out Sedona’s things to her, blinking mildly, obediently. “H-here you a-are,” he chimed in a whisper.

Somewhere up in the clouds, again, a voice said, again. “Again?” Mystery asked.

all the toys, and the tools in the box.
all the noise, all the voices never stop.
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