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Ithiel de le Poer · 12-07-2011, 07:38 AM

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Shattered Coast

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Ugh. I am so sorry for rambling. Tl;dr -- Ithiel shoots a deer, then dismounts and starts prepping it after hobbling his horse. :| <3 New character = SIE RAMBLES LIKE OMFGSGHJGHG \;

Marked Aw after the intended party dropped. ^^;;

Ithiel is by Kitty!

Ithiel now felt he had an adequate handle on these southern packs. He had traveled far enough south to investigate the two most southerly of the packs, packing up his camp and leaving the lake he'd used as his base of operations for roughly two days. The dusty coyote would return to Inferni tomorrow, full of information regarding these groups. The dark coyote was certain he'd discovered nothing new, but he preferred his own assessment to relying on the judgment of others. He viewed the world through Zedekiah's eyes, and Zedekiah was not capable of lying, to Ithiel's knowledge.

The horse beneath him shifted and snorted, her tail whipping the air behind her as she pranced back and forth. Ithiel grunted his annoyance and reigned her in hard, pulling on the hackamore he used to control her. Some in Scintilla had metal bits, and the man sorely wished he had one of those. It would make you behave. Maybe, he said, twisting the reigns back a final time. Lystra did settle, though she was nervous in this country. Ithiel had been more nervous squeezed in between two pack's borders. It was a conspicuous place, and not one he had wanted to be. It was necessary to see all of the land, though, and so he had ridden further south, riding Lystra at his usual leisurely pace once past the squeeze between the two wolf packs.

The dusky coyote thought it necessary to find dinner, now that the day was ending. His own stomach was beginning to grumble, and Zedekiah was grunting now and again, muttering the word "hungry" under his breath, his not-so-stuble way of informing Ithiel it was time to eat. The man had his bow drawn and an arrow notched lazily, though he'd had to stick the arrow in his teeth and use the freed hand to calm Lystra again. Now, he re-settled the arrow in its place and wished for a more obedient horse, certain he would find nothing to shoot now that Lys had made a racket. He was proven wrong in a few moments when he spied a doe some yards away, standing in a small clearing surrounded by a thick boscage of low, gnarled shrubs.

It was not an extremely long shot, but Ithiel avoided chasing deer on Lystra's back. They could easily outrun her if he failed to disable his prey, and Ithiel strongly preferred killing to leaving a wounded creature to wander. It left a sour taste in his mouth, though hunting failures were apparently inavoidable no matter their technical advances. His bow was not infallible, as he had believed as a youth. It was one of the beliefs that was most painful to lose, though the dust-colored man was glad he was at least realistic enough to lose the belief. Some young soldiers went into battle with too much faith in their weapons; they scarcely returned.

Drawing the string taut, Ithiel aimed with an expert's eye, releasing the arrow. It flew toward the deer with speed that still roused his blood. The arrow struck the animal in the side, and it bolted. Ithiel gave chase and loosed two more arrows to bring it down; the moment it fell, he slid from Lystra's back and moved to slit the still-live deer's throat, silently thanking God for his blessing in providing the deer's life for his sustenance. He used the same knife to work at the animal's corpse, skinning it and slicing the meat neatly. Zedekiah hopped from one foot to the other beside him, grunting eagerly as Ithiel fed him choice slivers of meat. Ithiel himself ate the meat raw, preferring raw or nearly-raw meat to anything with a slight char.

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