11-29-2009, 09:14 PM
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He was feeling peculiarly calm today, despite the darkening weather and the multitude of issues he had yet to solve. Now, his two legs carried him across the rocky land, and he hummed as his eyes searched the ground. His voice was strong and the melody crude, but exotic-sounding. It was a song he had learned from the elders of the old AniWaya tribe, and in these lands he was the only one to know it. That, however, was not on his mind at all. No, his mind was quite blank as his gaze traveled here and there, before finally settling on something. "Ah!" Bending down, his red-furred hand reached out and picked up a piece of flint; not what he had been looking for, but he should keep it anyway. It was such a useful thing, and it was probably good thing to have another one as backup for when the real winter chill set in. Quickly putting the stone in the pouch in his belt, he continued his search and his humming. He should go closer to where the old human buildings stood afterwards, and search for the other kind so he had a full pair. He had no name for the stones and metals, but he knew what they looked like when he saw them. He trod carefully to avoid the sharper rocks that littered the ground, slowly moving in one direction. What he was really looking for, were stones suitable as arrowheads. Sure, he could chip them and shape them, but he was in that sense quite lazy. No, it was good to find stones that had potential to begin with, instead of giving himself more work than needed. In not long he had a formidable collection, and a few could be fastened to arrows straight away and adjusted later. Sitting down, he pulled thread and a knife from his quiver and started adjusting and tying the stone to the tip of the unfinished arrow. It'd need stabilizers too, but that could come after. Still he hummed, generally in a good mood. That kind of day seemed to dwindle in numbers the older he got.
He was feeling peculiarly calm today, despite the darkening weather and the multitude of issues he had yet to solve. Now, his two legs carried him across the rocky land, and he hummed as his eyes searched the ground. His voice was strong and the melody crude, but exotic-sounding. It was a song he had learned from the elders of the old AniWaya tribe, and in these lands he was the only one to know it. That, however, was not on his mind at all. No, his mind was quite blank as his gaze traveled here and there, before finally settling on something. "Ah!" Bending down, his red-furred hand reached out and picked up a piece of flint; not what he had been looking for, but he should keep it anyway. It was such a useful thing, and it was probably good thing to have another one as backup for when the real winter chill set in. Quickly putting the stone in the pouch in his belt, he continued his search and his humming. He should go closer to where the old human buildings stood afterwards, and search for the other kind so he had a full pair. He had no name for the stones and metals, but he knew what they looked like when he saw them. He trod carefully to avoid the sharper rocks that littered the ground, slowly moving in one direction. What he was really looking for, were stones suitable as arrowheads. Sure, he could chip them and shape them, but he was in that sense quite lazy. No, it was good to find stones that had potential to begin with, instead of giving himself more work than needed. In not long he had a formidable collection, and a few could be fastened to arrows straight away and adjusted later. Sitting down, he pulled thread and a knife from his quiver and started adjusting and tying the stone to the tip of the unfinished arrow. It'd need stabilizers too, but that could come after. Still he hummed, generally in a good mood. That kind of day seemed to dwindle in numbers the older he got.