01-14-2012, 08:03 AM
OCC- Hi, hope you don't mind me coming in 
Merlin grew tired of the cold weather, it was leaving little variations of landscapes to paint, and most prey would be hibernating, so food was harder to find.
He sat resting in a large, strong tree hoping for some movement on the ground that indicated food. His eyes were slowly getting heavier, for he hadn't slept for a while and home was a far distance. The deer that once grazed near his home had left for new, warmer grounds, meaning Merlin had to move further from his home to find a good hunt.
He quietly waited in the tree, chewing on the last remains of berries he had kept. He ears twisted round constantly, scanning for footsteps.
He sighed boredom, but a rustle on the ground awoke his awareness. He quietly grabbed his bow and pulled an arrow from his quiver that rested between two branches. He carefully placed the arrow on the bow and rose slowly to his feet. He pressed down on the branch with his feet to keep balance, and pulled back the bow, ready to fire once the creature came into view. He held his breath, and waited as the footsteps got closer and closer.
He eyes targeting the ground directly in front of him. His awareness grew as he saw a foot appear from behind the tree trunk and almost let go of his hold on the bow, but when he realised the foot belong to a wolf, he pulled back the bow, which then got caught on a branch. As the bow pulled back Merlin found his balance disappearing, and before he could replace his footing, he tumbled of the back of the branch he rested on.
He crashed down to the solid ground, bashing his head on a couple of branches as he went. He was sure the wolf would have heard him fall, but he couldn't raise his head to check. He back muscles ached from the fall, and he struggle to moved his arms so that he could get up. He just hoped the wolf he saw was friendly, because if they weren't Merlin would stand a chance.
Merlin grew tired of the cold weather, it was leaving little variations of landscapes to paint, and most prey would be hibernating, so food was harder to find.
He sat resting in a large, strong tree hoping for some movement on the ground that indicated food. His eyes were slowly getting heavier, for he hadn't slept for a while and home was a far distance. The deer that once grazed near his home had left for new, warmer grounds, meaning Merlin had to move further from his home to find a good hunt.
He quietly waited in the tree, chewing on the last remains of berries he had kept. He ears twisted round constantly, scanning for footsteps.
He sighed boredom, but a rustle on the ground awoke his awareness. He quietly grabbed his bow and pulled an arrow from his quiver that rested between two branches. He carefully placed the arrow on the bow and rose slowly to his feet. He pressed down on the branch with his feet to keep balance, and pulled back the bow, ready to fire once the creature came into view. He held his breath, and waited as the footsteps got closer and closer.
He eyes targeting the ground directly in front of him. His awareness grew as he saw a foot appear from behind the tree trunk and almost let go of his hold on the bow, but when he realised the foot belong to a wolf, he pulled back the bow, which then got caught on a branch. As the bow pulled back Merlin found his balance disappearing, and before he could replace his footing, he tumbled of the back of the branch he rested on.
He crashed down to the solid ground, bashing his head on a couple of branches as he went. He was sure the wolf would have heard him fall, but he couldn't raise his head to check. He back muscles ached from the fall, and he struggle to moved his arms so that he could get up. He just hoped the wolf he saw was friendly, because if they weren't Merlin would stand a chance.