08-04-2008, 09:24 PM
WC: 365
The male walked though the lands, he wanted to get out for the night clear his head, get back in touch with everything that was around him, that he had been ignoring for way to long. A black bag carried a few things that he though would be helpful in this overnight trip. There was his bow, with a few arrows, if he needed more he would whittled some out of some, but if was only feeding him-self then there was not a need for him to craft more arrows for his hunting. The male had the bow slung across his shoulder, as he faced the sun, he sighed softly. It was still high in the sky, but he knew once he got far into the lands, and had his camp set up it would be time to turn in for the night, and come morning with any luck he would hunt.
The male moved though the lands, fining a nice open spot the male gingerly put down his pack as he walked over to the tree, oh such a sweet smell these lovely trees gave off. The male traced there scars that had been left in them, by humans and by wolves. The male walked back to the sugar house, finding the correct tools the male went back over to the trees, searching for one of the less scared ones. The male used the drill to make a hole into the tree, following that by pushing the tap into the tree, the male smacked it a few times with the ball of his hand, he snarled though the pain, as he hanged the bucket from the tap, covering it up with some sticks and leaves, he would have the maple sap and boil it to make a syrup and would have the meat. Lucifer mouth watered, thinking of the next day's meal.
The male sat down on the step of the house as he rested his back on the frame of the door, as he looked up, seeing the suns shimmer in the evening sky, breathing the male rolled his head back as he looked up..up into nothing but the early night sky.
The male walked though the lands, he wanted to get out for the night clear his head, get back in touch with everything that was around him, that he had been ignoring for way to long. A black bag carried a few things that he though would be helpful in this overnight trip. There was his bow, with a few arrows, if he needed more he would whittled some out of some, but if was only feeding him-self then there was not a need for him to craft more arrows for his hunting. The male had the bow slung across his shoulder, as he faced the sun, he sighed softly. It was still high in the sky, but he knew once he got far into the lands, and had his camp set up it would be time to turn in for the night, and come morning with any luck he would hunt.
The male moved though the lands, fining a nice open spot the male gingerly put down his pack as he walked over to the tree, oh such a sweet smell these lovely trees gave off. The male traced there scars that had been left in them, by humans and by wolves. The male walked back to the sugar house, finding the correct tools the male went back over to the trees, searching for one of the less scared ones. The male used the drill to make a hole into the tree, following that by pushing the tap into the tree, the male smacked it a few times with the ball of his hand, he snarled though the pain, as he hanged the bucket from the tap, covering it up with some sticks and leaves, he would have the maple sap and boil it to make a syrup and would have the meat. Lucifer mouth watered, thinking of the next day's meal.
The male sat down on the step of the house as he rested his back on the frame of the door, as he looked up, seeing the suns shimmer in the evening sky, breathing the male rolled his head back as he looked up..up into nothing but the early night sky.