A Huntsman's Craft.
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OOC here! Weell, some of this is kinda made up as I don't know where I'm going with the joining post yet. So lets just say, even though the stables got damaged or whatever, that Frodo and Strider spent the night in there XD wc; 365




Strider had earned a well deserved rest. He now lay, still sleeping - which was unusual for him as he often woke up earlier than his master - in the rather damaged stables. It was just Frodo's luck that they had came just after a snowstorm had hit the pack, but of course he was happy to be in the small family all the same. The young man would have much liked to continue sleeping just like his horse, yet his daily routine of waking up at six in the morning to travel had got the better of him, and it was now that he lay on his front, quiet as a mouse, buried in leaves as he watched a young doe- a kind of deer that never in his life had he seen before.


Mr Silvertongue shifted his weight slowly, as he had begun to get cramped up in the small space, concealed behind the roots of a tree. With immense difficulty, he wound his bow silently from his shoulder and lifted it over his body, learned fingers automatically sliding into place in the correct position. The experienced hunter, knowing and wise from learning in a pack of traveler-gypsies, reached for an arrow and slid it into place. Frodo stroked the familiar end of the sleek wood, claws brushing through eagle feathers.


The lone female continued to pull up strings of grass, lipping at the edible greenery. Frodo really was amazed with her appearance- he thought he had known every single type of creature but he had been wrong. Positioned just outside the fence, carefully avoiding actual pack owned herds on the territory, he sighed. He really hoped the Doe had no herd- he wished for her to be but a young filly just weaned from her mother. But of course, he could not be sure, as even when he studied her every movement she was but a foreign being to him.


Lips pursed, ginger locks tossed out of the way, he drew back the string and swung his arrow in the direction of the female's chest. He was but seconds away from taking her down. All he had to do was let go.



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Really sorry for the wait! I hate being so busy IRL DX 300+

Since their hut had been destroyed, and there was no way to rebuild at the moment with the snow still thickly carpeting the ground, he and Liliana were staying in the Town Hall. Along with them was the foal that had been born during the storm. The hunter admired how fiercely his mate fought for the well being of the young horse. It had survived being born in such a harsh environment and Nayati took that as a sign from the Spirits that the foal would grow into a strong horse, one that the tribe would be proud of. Though none would be more proud of it than Liliana, of that the Utina had no doubt. He had woken that morning and, giving his mate a loving kiss, had set out with his bow and quiver to see if he could not find some prey to bring in for dinner tonight. That, and Lili had told him that the newest member of the tribe had taken up the path of the hunter, and if he were lucky the Gadui Kanati would run into his new charge. Killing two birds with one stone, as it were.


The Utina had been walking calmly through the lands, keeping his nose and eyes peeled for any sign of quarry. Soon he caught the scent of deer, but mixed in was the scent of a wolf. Curious, Nayati crept carefully forward, making as little noise as possible, not wanting to startle the prey or the wolf. Soon pale eyes alighted on the dark form of the strange wolf. The hunter looked down where the other's bow was pointed towards and caught sight of the lone doe. The painted man breathed steadily and silently, gaze returning to whom he guessed to be the new Tsisdu Kanati, waiting for the arrow to be released. He wished to see the skill the other man worked with.

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