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His strong form moved through the valley where he had found Nayru that one day. He couldn't believe her pack was gone, along with the hope of finding her. He didn't know what happened to all of the members of the Dahlia de Mai, and without knowing how was he to find Nayru. Those red eyes burning into his mind, and haunting him no matter who he was interested in. She would always be in the back of his mind. Even Clover Love Lykoi couldn't waver his interest in the Dahlia woman. God, he needed to get her out of his mind...how would he move on if he still obsessed over the red eyed beauty.
His strong legs moved him through Arachnea, his left hand resting on the hilt of his sword, the belt loosely on his hips at an angle. He ran his right hand through his white tipped mohawk, oddly enough not ruining its shape. A deep sigh came from him as he thought it was almost time to light up a doobie and relax, but first he'd have to grab some grub. He licked his lips and went around finding wild berries and plucking them left and right, careful to investigate them to make sure they weren't of a poisonous variety, and looking for any questionable growths, fungus, or decay of any sort. He made a nice collection and found a spot clear enough to safely make a fire. Rolled over a fallen trunk and took a nice flat rock, balanced it deeming it a table by placing his collection of berries onto it, then retrieved more until he had a glorious pile. Next the Marino youth went out for some nice rabbit, or any delicious meat source.
He made himself a bow and arrow with a strong vine and sturdy but flexible stick. Leaning it to a tree and fashion one arrow, it would all he'd need. With some rock molding he tested the sharpness of the now nicely fashion arrow head. He grinned at his own resourcefulness. His ocean blue eyes looked around, his arrow needed some feathers or it wouldn't glide very well without being stabilized by something. He saw a little pudgy quail trying to hide itself from him. Of course it would be a good meat source, but what was the challenge it that? He wanted a rabbit, or maybe a doe. Yeah, a doe..or buck! He was becoming ambitious. Grabbing the Quail as it tried to take off realizing it was spotted, it was too late. He looked over it's feathers and found the perfect once then dropped the panicking fowl. "Get outta hear!" He boomed laughing.
He took a small dagger he had in a pouch that was fashioned on his belt he carved a notch in the back of the arrow. He did this three times, and took his feathers and cut them up the stems then forced them into the grooves he made. Now he was set to do some shooting. He hoped his bow and arrow was able to be be as awesome as it looked. They were crude creations, but hey..a challenge. He went hunting, his eyes focused and he was beginning to think maybe he should have settled for the quail, but he wouldn't give up.
A motion out of the corner of his eyes caught site of a rabbit nibbling on some sweet grass patch. He slowly pivoted drawing his arrow in the vine, it was stretching and the tension was almost too much. He focused on the plump rabbit, aiming precisely for the heart. His body tensed, then he released the arrow. It shot forward with great speed and velocity, but then as he thought he would successful, the arrow fell from the air like a brick. "What!? You have to be shitting me!!" He growled and threw the bow down, "You piss of shit!" The rabbit had left the moment the arrow hit the ground and now he was lunchless. "Whatever!" He stomped himself back to his little campsite to start a fire. "I'll just have to settle on my berries.."
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His strong form moved through the valley where he had found Nayru that one day. He couldn't believe her pack was gone, along with the hope of finding her. He didn't know what happened to all of the members of the Dahlia de Mai, and without knowing how was he to find Nayru. Those red eyes burning into his mind, and haunting him no matter who he was interested in. She would always be in the back of his mind. Even Clover Love Lykoi couldn't waver his interest in the Dahlia woman. God, he needed to get her out of his mind...how would he move on if he still obsessed over the red eyed beauty.
His strong legs moved him through Arachnea, his left hand resting on the hilt of his sword, the belt loosely on his hips at an angle. He ran his right hand through his white tipped mohawk, oddly enough not ruining its shape. A deep sigh came from him as he thought it was almost time to light up a doobie and relax, but first he'd have to grab some grub. He licked his lips and went around finding wild berries and plucking them left and right, careful to investigate them to make sure they weren't of a poisonous variety, and looking for any questionable growths, fungus, or decay of any sort. He made a nice collection and found a spot clear enough to safely make a fire. Rolled over a fallen trunk and took a nice flat rock, balanced it deeming it a table by placing his collection of berries onto it, then retrieved more until he had a glorious pile. Next the Marino youth went out for some nice rabbit, or any delicious meat source.
He made himself a bow and arrow with a strong vine and sturdy but flexible stick. Leaning it to a tree and fashion one arrow, it would all he'd need. With some rock molding he tested the sharpness of the now nicely fashion arrow head. He grinned at his own resourcefulness. His ocean blue eyes looked around, his arrow needed some feathers or it wouldn't glide very well without being stabilized by something. He saw a little pudgy quail trying to hide itself from him. Of course it would be a good meat source, but what was the challenge it that? He wanted a rabbit, or maybe a doe. Yeah, a doe..or buck! He was becoming ambitious. Grabbing the Quail as it tried to take off realizing it was spotted, it was too late. He looked over it's feathers and found the perfect once then dropped the panicking fowl. "Get outta hear!" He boomed laughing.
He took a small dagger he had in a pouch that was fashioned on his belt he carved a notch in the back of the arrow. He did this three times, and took his feathers and cut them up the stems then forced them into the grooves he made. Now he was set to do some shooting. He hoped his bow and arrow was able to be be as awesome as it looked. They were crude creations, but hey..a challenge. He went hunting, his eyes focused and he was beginning to think maybe he should have settled for the quail, but he wouldn't give up.
A motion out of the corner of his eyes caught site of a rabbit nibbling on some sweet grass patch. He slowly pivoted drawing his arrow in the vine, it was stretching and the tension was almost too much. He focused on the plump rabbit, aiming precisely for the heart. His body tensed, then he released the arrow. It shot forward with great speed and velocity, but then as he thought he would successful, the arrow fell from the air like a brick. "What!? You have to be shitting me!!" He growled and threw the bow down, "You piss of shit!" The rabbit had left the moment the arrow hit the ground and now he was lunchless. "Whatever!" He stomped himself back to his little campsite to start a fire. "I'll just have to settle on my berries.."