It's meant to be

Ahiga Nishant · 03-04-2012, 10:44 AM

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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?

FORWARD DATED TO 8th MARCH
Word Count :: 575 AW Pack Hunt. Ahiga will be hunting in optime form with a bow and arrows, although anyone who joins may hunt in whatever form they are most comfortable in.

Their pace back home had been slow and leisurely, the young lad relaxed upon Buck's back with Lokni padding alongside the pair in an almost eerie like silence. Stealing a glance down at the black spirit guide a excited and nervous smile spread across his lips, pride bursting through him; he had a spirit guide and what a guide he had! Other spirit guides he had encountered or heard about before were nothing more than useless birds that did nothing but preach their charges, whilst he had a pure black jaguar. Sure, he was somewhat terrified of the large predator as his instincts told him such a large cat was a threat and Lokni's personality did little to ease the young Nishant's nerves, but again and again the white hunter told himself it was a matter of time before he grew used to his guides intimidating appearance and grew accustomed to the jaguars unique personality.

Eventually the borders scents wrapped around him as if to welcome him home, green eyes looked into the lands and he felt instantly at ease. Guiding Buck in the general direction towards the stable he sat up and fixed his posture so that he looked the part of some fearsome hunter returning home, with his equally terrifying spirit guide beside him to add to the image; within his mind the picture made him smile, but the reality was he simply looked like a young boy attempting to imitate an experienced adult. Passing through the forest a scent hit him, causing him to quickly dismount the stallion. Looking around he pinpointed the direction of where the scent had come from and began to stalk his way the trees, keeping himself low and paying close attention to where he stepped as to minimise the amount of sound he made. Time stretched on as he progressed forward in tense silence, Lokni at some point had disappeared altogether which outright disturb the young hunter but he calmed himself with the fact he knew that despite all appearances Lokni was no threat to him and was there to help and guide him.

Through the trees in a small clearing a small heard of deer stood completely oblivious. Watching for a few moments he smiled and pulled back from them, returning to where he had left Buck. As soon as the stallion came into sight Lokni reappeared, silently staring at his charge, curiosity within the cats eyes. “You, eer, mind keeping track of them?” he asked vaguely, knowing the guide would understand what he meant. “If possible, could you also leave a scent trail for me, please. Eeer, I, uhm, wanna gather some other pack members together for a hunt” he explained, earning a slight nod and an approving toothy grin from the dark jaguar whom disappeared without saying anything.

Mounting Buck he urged the stallion to make his way to the stables quickly, dismounting him as soon as they came into sight. Throwing his head back he called for those free to meet him at the stables, excitement bubbling within him strongly. Quickly he removed Buck's saddle and other gear and left the horse in his stool; pausing by his box of junk to swap his spear for his bow and exited the stables interior, bow in hand, arrows slung across his back. Lazily he padded to the side of the stables entrance and waited there to see who would answer his call, if anyone.

Image courtesy of Jeffrey K. Edwards

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