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AW | The Dampwoods

POSTED: Tue Apr 04, 2017 2:28 am

come get lost in the static

For the past week she had been out on her own, and it was invigorating! She hadn’t thought she would like being out in the wilderness by herself with how much of a close eye Axelle kept on her, but she found she liked it. She liked, probably the most, that there wasn’t someone there constantly breathing down her neck, telling her she wasn’t doing something right or wasn’t good enough for the task. Out on her own, Eire had room to make mistakes and learn from those mistakes - not feel bad about them.

Carefully, diligently, she worked at the ropes she tied to a tree. She found the ropes in a passing shed, and found the tree - well. In the Dampwoods, of course. Out of thousands of them, it had been this one for the task. It seemed healthy enough, sturdy enough, and it had well-placed knobs and etches for which she could climb later on. Her task wouldn’t prove too difficult given those knobs and etches.

Throwing the rope over one of its thickest branches in reach, Eire pulled down the other side and tied a knot on the end that would only get tighter the more it was pulled - but that was the trick. It was a trap.

But it was no trap for a Luperci unless one was stupid enough to get into it. It was a trap meant to get something bigger than rodents or birds for dinner... something she couldn’t catch and kill on her own unless it was hanging from a tree by one of its legs and already incapacitated...

With the knot in place, Eire turned to work on the other end, and eventually the trip wire. Once she was finished, she’d climb the tree and wait for something to come along, real quiet.

Feel free to get caught in the trap? Lol.

Last edited by Eire Lykoi on Sun Jun 25, 2017 5:39 am, edited 1 time in total.

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Sammiie
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POSTED: Tue Apr 04, 2017 3:02 pm

The soft, lonely sound of hoofbeats was a somber cradle song to the caped rider. Each bobbing motion lulled her further to the threat of sleep. Hooded head constantly was nodding, the movement thankfully waking the woman, if not for a simple stirring moment. Icy eyes refused to stay open and peeled for the civilization that Calypso was praying for.

An unidentified sound caused her to jerk to higher wakefulness. She grasped the brown reigns tighter and pulled them back for her equally tired horse to stop. Surveilling orbs blinked at their surroundings, all unfamiliar. Of course they would be, this was miles from the coast that held even a promise of her former home across its waters. Gypsy, the large, silver draft mare that the witch used nearly all her savings on buying, gave a snort and returned on her futile course forward against Calypso's direction. With a silent ghost of a growl forming on her delicate lips, she yanked her back again, but to no avail. There was clearly something over there the headstrong horse wanted to investigate. All that the Luperci could see herself was a simple tree. Wishful and hopeful thinking made her believe in a sign from the Lwa to be found there.

She hopped off the stubborn mare to better pull her along on foot. Perhaps, if nothing else, the tree could provide a place to tie Gypsy up while she found items to make a strengthening potion. Already hunger clawed at her belly and with only a dagger for a weapon in her possession, it would be better to suppress the emptiness than feed it. The cloud-cast sky made it nearly impossible to tell what time of day it was; day, but barely, at least. Calypso had nodded off longer than she thought. She let the horse take some of the lead toward the tree as she looked for magic, for Lwa. Squinting in the half-light, the woman could see what appeared to be a rope attached to a branch, and attempted to stop Gypsy, but it was already too late. The rope on the ground wrapped itself around the blackened, front left-most ankle of her mount and pulled the heavy beast closer to the tree as it whinnied.

Calypso let out a gasp, more angry than surprised, and quickly bent to try untying the poor steed from the trap. The knot was quite taut, and the first try came and went with frustration and attempted kicks from the frightened draft. The woman stood again with a miserable grunt and put her paw to her forehead. "Unhand my mare, or you'll be damned!" To what she was speaking was unclear; the rope, or the undisclosed one that made the trap.

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POSTED: Wed Apr 05, 2017 2:32 am

come get lost in the static

The forest was quiet after she set the trap. Eire had assumed there would be someone to come along and get caught in it – but she hoped the someone was an it instead of a waste of time. Her belly growled as she settled herself comfortably in the tree, laying her bow across her lap. At first, she waited patiently, watching the little animals scurry from tree to tree, but not hers. The clouded sky, once bright, faded in light until her surroundings faded entirely behind her heavy eyelids. The quietness of the afternoon put her to sleep, and for at least a little while, she forgot all about the trap, her hunger, and her recent mission.

It was a restful sleep in the tree. Only an angry bear could get her – or another Luperci who could climb. Though, it would seem no one would know she was up there unless they thought to look up. Axelle had told her that not many Luperci liked climbing trees, so knowing how to was an advantage. It was also an advantage for a restful sleep, it would seem. There was less of a threat that her sleeping so bare on the ground. The only downside of it was that it wasn’t too comfortable.

A sudden whinny was what startled her into an upright position than she almost fell from the tree herself. Her pale feet hung from the thick branch she sat upon as she gripped both her bow and the branch for stability. The sky had darkened significantly and Eire questioned how much time had passed. She looked around, and then down, eyeing a horse standing awkwardly with its hoof pulled into the trap and a woman with an angry expression settled into the lines of her face. A lighter creature would have been hanging, but a draft horse was too stocky to be pulled into such a weak trap. She couldn’t find or carry a boulder heavy enough to drag a horse of that size up into the air. Red eyes eyed the woman who hadn’t looked up in her direction yet, but who called out to no one in particular to let go of her horse.

Given that her intention was to capture food and not someone’s horse, Eire positioned her bow over her shoulder and began climbing down from the tree. Behind it, the rope hung taut over the branch and the boulder swung slowly. Moving carefully over to the heavy rock, she cut it. The rock fell with a heavy thud and the rope slipped easily over the other side of the branch, probably coiling at the horse's hooves.

Eire peered around the tree at the gray-colored woman. ”Sorry. I was hoping to catch dinner, not your horse.”

Oooh such a pretty Nat art avatar! Thanks for joining :D


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POSTED: Wed Apr 05, 2017 6:24 pm

"Thank you." Said the femme. Surprised, but not startled. The thought of a Luperci in a tree was absurd to Calypso, if not at least completely foreign. In Barbados, not even the sparse coconut trees were climbed for their fruit. They could be gently shook or hit to retrieve them.
The thought of it made her greatly miss coconut rum.

With great relief, the horse's foot was released from its binding. She quickly grabbed the reigns and wrapped them around her hands to keep the old girl from running off in fear. Thankfully, she wasn't as spooked anymore from the initial snap of the trap. She let some of the leather slip out so she could again kneel and examine if Gypsy was at all injured. Nothing more than a bit of rope-burn around the fetlock. The healer's mind whirred immediately to where she might find some herbs for it. A simple mixture of chamomile and aloe could sooth the injury, and a night's rest would have her mount ready to travel some more.

Calypso sighed at Eire, both for her own sake and for the other's. All in all, nothing was lost, harmed, or ruined. Nothing but the hopes of a hunter lost to some tired witch's horse. "Sorry to disappoint you." She said simply, lacking any and all sarcasm. A hungry wanderer, even when technically wronged, had no place mocking a hunter. She would then stand and move halfway to turning and leaving. However, much to her distaste, they both were in a similar situation here. She took a moment to set her jaw before finally making up her mind and turning back to Eire. "Perhaps... I could help for a share in what we might catch?" The suggestion lay heavy in the air as icy eyes assessed the girl.

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Kaida
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POSTED: Fri Apr 14, 2017 1:54 am

come get lost in the static

With the horse’s hoof freed and the old witch confronted, Eire went back to resetting the trap, assuming the woman would move along on her own way. The ghost-faced Lykoi girl paid the old woman no mind for a few minutes, not even noticing whether she had gone or lingered, or not. Eire threw the bit of rope over the strong branch again to tie it off on the rock on the other side, hoping - begging - for something to wander by and get trapped to fill her belly.

Though when the woman spoke up again, Eire paused. It was a peculiar offer coming from a stranger, and at first, Eire wasn’t sure how to take it. She lingered, still, for a few seconds, thinking about it. She could always try. While she didn’t entirely trust the woman, what would she lose even if the other decided that selfishness was the stronger trait? If such a thing were to happen, Eire would go right back to what she was doing - or hunt like she was capable of doing.

Slowly, she lowered the rock to the ground and as the rope swung between the two parties, she took the bow from her back. ”Sure, that sounds practical,” she confirmed, and stepped around the tree, away from the rock, and took an arrow from her quiver. ”What sort of game do you prefer to hunt?”

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Sammiie
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POSTED: Mon May 01, 2017 8:19 pm

OOC: I am so sorry for not responding to the thread earlier!

A hand went gently to Calypso's chest as she straightened her cloak. Icy eyes began to covertly scrutinize her. The coyote in her made the hair on the back of her neck raise. Her high cheekbones and skeptical eyes made her seem gaunt and hungry. There was something vaguely hyena in the girl, although she had only heard about such feral species in books.

It wasn't like her to be so impulsively generous to a mixed-bred, but she would have to swallow her pride for now. Eire was the first sentient being she had encountered since her quest began. And now, she was presented with the possibility of more food than she would be able to hunt or skin on her own. The stranger seemed a well enough trapper, but was she wise enough in hunting when so young? Of course, the witch couldn't be one to talk. She had only a dagger and her bare hands to hunt with. What she needed to think about now was what she realistically could hunt with just those things.

"If we both rode upon my steed, we could hunt just about anything you could wrest with an arrow." Quickly, Calypso bound back atop the mare confidently. "Then I could jump down and slit the shot beast's throat."

They had Gypsy's speed and stamina on their side. She wanted the horse to rest her ankle, however, so they couldn't possibly hunt for long. But maybe, if the old girl didn't complain, they could chase down some deer. It was up to the other woman now.

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Kaida
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POSTED: Wed May 10, 2017 6:56 am

come get lost in the static

”Yeah, or we can both shift down to our Halfling forms and hunt with our teeth and claws?” Eire offered, eyeing the mare’s ankle though not really considering the horse’s abilities. She questioned her own on the back of a horse, trying to shoot straight. She had done it upon Axelle’s shire stallion a few times, but her shot wasn’t as accurate as when she was stationary. Though, nothing could go wrong when hunting in her good old Secui form. She had both strength and speed on her side there.

Eire shrugged, looking up at the femme as she had readied herself upon the horse again. ”I guess I don’t see any issues with joining you… Will she be able to hold both of our weight?” Eire sheathed the arrow and slung the bow over her shoulder as she approached the mare’s side. She held her hand out so that Calypso could help her up – if she would.

totally fine!


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Sammiie
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POSTED: Thu May 25, 2017 4:47 pm

Calypso's nose wrinkled at the other's suggestion. Had she no pride? The witch couldn't imagine galavanting around in such a feral form. Admittedly, it was more efficient for chasing down and ripping apart prey, but she couldn't stand how animalistic it was. Eire must have noticed her distaste, because she then added an agreement to Calypso's own course of action. To that, she nodded and patted the back of the horse. "Yes. She's a draft breed, built for strength and stamina."

She bent down and grabbed the arm of the woman while allowing her own to be grasped as she was pulled up. She hadn't the best upper body strength, but hopefully Eire would find herself upon the back of Gypsy nonetheless. Already, her nose was wiggling, searching the wind for a trace of deer or anything else. If she focused enough, she almost felt like she could smell it faintly north. It wouldn't hurt to follow that, they might find something anyway if her nostrils were betraying her. Calypso wasn't a perfect huntress or tracker but if they went slow enough, their combined efforts should be enough to find something.

"Shall we be off then?"

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Kaida
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POSTED: Thu Jul 06, 2017 8:02 pm

come get lost in the static

The steed, built for strength and stamina. It reminded her of Axelle’s horse – it was the same kind. A Shire stallion. Built the same way – for hauling loads and carrying heavy things rather than prancing and running. Perhaps a horse made for running would beat a draft horse, but the draft horse could run for longer. It’d catch up in no time.

The woman grabbed Eire’s arm and the two of them struggled a little as Eire climbed up on the horse’s strong back. Eire, situated more on the rump of the horse rather than its smooth back, leaned forward, wrapping her arms awkwardly around the other’s midsection. ”Let’s go.”

On the wind, she smelled something in the north. Perhaps elk or perhaps rabbit. It wouldn’t matter as long as there were enough of them to feed their hungering bellies. For the moment, Eire let the woman and her horse lead as she tried to find a comfortable, steady spot on the horse so she didn’t fall off once she had to release the woman’s waist and go for her bow.

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