Awakening into another dream

Ahiga Nishant · 01-08-2012, 06:40 PM

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AHIGA NISHANT

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Word Count :: 558 Sorry about the delay >.<

Hanging from Buck's saddle were three dead rabbits, the young lad sat upright and proudly upon his steed after much hard work had finally paid off; one kill with his spear and the other two were caught in crudely made traps he'd placed a few days ago. After heading out with the cream and black stallion he had began checking each trap one by one and with each empty trap disappointment struck him until all his hopes had been erased and his joyful mood had be all but erased. As he went to check the area where he'd laid his last four traps he had discovered two empty and two with plump rabbits snared within their grasps; ever since finding them he hadn't stopped grinning like a fool. But luck seemed to be with him that day, for as he began the trek back towards the village he had scented a rabbit and blood.

Quickly he threw himself off the stallion's back, pulling out his spear he had made his way through the brush as stealthy as the young lad could manage to discover a dying rabbit; it's hind legs damaged and blood. After glancing around and testing the scents in the immediate area he couldn't smell what had originally harmed the rabbit, but with no one lingering around to claim the bunny he stabbed it quickly with his spear and ended it's misery; as well as adding to his little collection.

Roughly an hour had passed before the hunting pair reached the village once more and the young Nishant couldn't help with buzz or excitement; he itched to show of his successful hunt to his mother or twin and if they weren't around maybe either Light or Frodo. No matter whom he showed such positive results to he was sure he would receive praise; he'd worked hard and for once he'd successfully managed to catch something instead of returning empty handed.

Allowing Buck to lead them to the stables the young lad allowed for his mind to wonder a little, picturing the expressions of the others as he showed them his kills. Gradually the pair made their way to the stables, Buck coming to a halt as the building came into view, drawing the white males attention towards the stables. There, before them was someone he didn't know and judging by the scents the wind carried the dark female wasn't pack. An enemy? “Buck, what should we do?” he whispered to the stallion despite knowing the horse didn't understand high speech. When no reply came he gentle pressed the stallions sides and the horse proceeded forward, the young boy brought himself up to his full height in an attempt to look as intimidating as possible. “Oi! Who are you ta be snooping round here. These are pack lands and they pack stables” he shouted at the stranger from upon Bucks back, no bothering to dismount to confront her; he felt safer and braver when upon Buck. Green eyes stared at the female, watching her and assessing her every move all the while praying the female had some logical explanation for her snooping and that she wasn't some trespasser he needed to fend of; although he might fancy himself an elite hunter, fighting scared the hell out of him and he wasn't all that good at it either.

Image courtesy of Jeffrey K. Edwards

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