Lets make a wager on that

Light Goldenfeather · 12-11-2011, 09:08 AM

Light is in Secui form. OOC: Figure while they do some of their stuff for birdies they can discuss future training and we can thread that out when we're done one of the two rank threads.

He was feverishly on the trial of a moose buck as his nose sifted through the light snow. Winters were such a great time for him and his clan he had often found himself hunting just for the mere excitement of it. Occasionally the scarred male allowed himself a friendly game or two in the beginnings of winter when his pack’s bellies were full. He would chase large game alone and play an almost slight tag with it until the animal either bested him or gave up from exhaustion. He would often pray for the day to arise that he gets his moment of fun before the hunting of winter became far more frequent. That morning he prayed for such a day, the much needed hunt to relax his soul and ready his muscles and lungs for the busy winter ahead.

The small pack would be easy to feed with his skill and he had heard of a hunter joining the pack recently or returning he was not sure which. If the pair of them could meet and devise a hunting pattern together the pack could be rich with meat. From experience a pack with more meat in their bellies was a pack that had power. It would give his new home a chance to offer out the excess of their bounties for much needed supplies or enticement to thinning loners. He was constantly in a wave of thought on how to help the pack grow. The scarred male had also been observing the others in a deep silence since he joined he felt maybe it would be time to start approaching his pack-mates and present his ideas. First off though, he would have to meet this hunter.

His mind shifted suddenly back to the moose that he had been shifting taking notice to a change in direction. He was getting closer to it so he quickened his pace taking in the direction and stride of the animal. It was already moving fairly quickly something might have spooked it. Then between the large prints of the venison a sight made him smirk. He dug his nose into the snow and sniffed with a determined huff as he investigated. Sure enough the male moose was following a female and by the strong scents among the snow she was in heat. His game would have to wait for another day. He spent far too much time tracking the male to seek out another for his fun. He didn’t mind though and started to head back to the borders of his new homeland.

Frodo Silvertongue · 12-11-2011, 09:48 AM

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Sleeping rough wasn’t one of Frodo’s favourite things to do, however sleeping in a stables next to a horse didn’t count as sleeping rough to the tyke. The young man had seen plenty worse areas for sleeping in his days, especially recently when the nights had been cold and he had been alone, forced to sleep on the ground outside. At least in a stable, he had a roof over his head. The black and auburn male lifted his head and stretched, breathing in the scents of musky horses and their excrement. He was, however, used to the smells, having been brought up with horses; or specifically one horse. The great, muscled white flank of a beast next to him had been Frodo’s pillow for the night. Gingerly, he man stumbled to his feet and looked over his shoulder with bleary eyes. The white stallion strider was thick in sleep. Acknowledging this, Frodo made sure to be silent and sure as he looked around. They were in one of the smallest area’s, it was empty apart from himself and the horse. Or so he thought…

Frodo rummaged in one saddle bag that lay to the corner of the barned area, strewn in the straw. There were two saddle bags, a saddle, a bridle, and a satchel all thrown to one side. That was all they’d brought with them on their journey back here. Still he fingered the items in the sack - it was meant co consist on mostly dried food - and to his amazement, he found half of the food he’d saved up gone. N’awww…. he cried angrily. You gotta be pullin’ my plonker…. Frodo scowled, and then something bit him from inside the bag. ACK! the Silvertongue pulled out his hand, from which hung from one finger a very plump looking rat. Not thinking twice about it, the man shook his hand once, twice, three times, but the rat’s jaws had an iron grip. Eventually, Frodo managed to pull the rodent away with his free hand. He held the squirming creature up by it’s scruff and looked into it’s beady black eyes, angrily sucking his bleeding paw at the same time. Frodo wasn’t that good with low speech but it was obvious what the rat was trying to say. let go! Frodo shook his head, opened a small wooden box on the ground with his foot, and dropped the rat inside, before snapping the lid down. He’d been lucky the box was there. It seemed it was some sort of container for horse feed. The fact that a rat had gotten into his food seemed impossible to Frodo. But then the thought struck him that perhaps the rat had originally been on the pirate ship, for there were thousands of them there, and had hitch-hiked his way in the saddle bags all through Frodo’ journey. The wolf man scowled. I’ll deal wit’ you later, squirt. Frodo said, smiling a little down at the box, in spite of himself.

Now his month worth food supply was half gone, it was time to find some more. Absently, the titan grabbed a blue shirt, buttoned it around his optime body, fastened his bandana and cloak around his neck, and then shouldered his oaken bow and leather quiver. He was ready. Frodo strolled out of the stall, closing the wooden door behind him quietly. The horse was still asleep. Mr Silvertongue nodded to the rest of the animals in the stable before skipping out, his elegant, small form mimicking the gentle poise of a doe as he plundered out into the packlands, a bounce in each stride. It was early in the day, only just sunrise, so he was surprised when he caught the scent of another male out in the early hours. Curious, Frodo followed the potent smell. Just because there was something about it that reminded him of himself; it smelt of kills, and prey, and practice. Frodo’s own scent was a challenging one to mimic, that of a loners, a mixture of wilderness and fresh grass. Frodo finally saw the pale canine up ahead, and decided to approach, despite being quite intimidated by the muscled, secui form. Optime form was Frodo’s preferred. His intense green eyes scoured over the stranger silently, noticing he seemed just outside the borders of AniWaya despite smelling of the pack. My brother! he called out in greeting. Of course they were not litter mates but they were still kin in Frodo’s eyes, as it seemed Light was a hunter like himself, and shared his home and pack. Frodo sped up into a gentle lope and drew to a halt a little space away. Been dashing around like a frogger, has I… Frodo said breathlessly in his odd accent. I’m Frodo. ‘Ave you seen any critters round ‘ere? Birdies, perhaps?

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Light Goldenfeather · 12-12-2011, 04:42 AM

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Light’s body stiffened slightly when the approach of someone became apparent. The reaction wasn’t out of fear or nervousness no he had been slightly slouched and relaxed on his stroll back home. Not expecting to see much of anyone at that hour he let his guard down slightly. The secui male gave a proud nod to the other male when he called him brother. He was rather use to the term coming from a pack where every one of his male friends and pack-mates referred to one another as such. It was pleasant to be referred in the same traditionalistic way that he was use to so his response was quick. Good day to you Brother.

Then when the male asked about birds hit dawned on him that he didn’t recognize him. Could this be the hunter that had recently joined? He thought for a moment and a quick glance at his posture, his expression, and the way he held himself the scarred pale male got his confirmation. Plenty of critters around friend. But my focus was on a moose bent on a good time. Light let out a short husky chuckle. The birds usually hang about in the brush but will be coming out soon near the rushing river now that the nocturnal hunters are quitting for the day. Light often seen various birds gather there to get their water before foraging for food. Name’s Light. Light Goldenfeather. He said as his brown eyes held a stern gaze toward the other hunter. Now that his introduction was made he figured he would let the hunter carry on with catching his snack and started to head toward the village. Have fun with your snack. He chuckled huskily again finding it slightly amusing that the hunter preferred carrion to large game.

Frodo Silvertongue · 12-12-2011, 04:38 PM

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His grin widened further when the other male also refered to him as brother, and he felt warm and content. Frodo didn't exactly understand what he meant by the moose he'd been tracking wanting a good time, but he shrugged it off and expected that whatever the moose had been doing, it had made Light refrain from hunting it. But Frodo laughed along anyway, for anyone's chuckles were infectious for Frodo, he found himself prey to everyone's laughter. And it seemed, Light was a hunter too, as Frodo was, and both of them hunters out looking for prey. Perhaps a bit more than a coincidence. The pair were meant to meet on this day.

The information about the birds was more than helpful, in return Frodo could think of nothing for the moment, but he would eventually, ever the humble and noble man. For now the brutus grinned, rubbing his practised hands together for warmth. He waited for Light to tell him his name before speaking himself. You knows your stuff, cream cake. Silvertongue's impressed. That's me, by the way. Frodo Silvertongue. I've already told ye the Frodo part. But the silvertongue's just as important, mark my words, cap'n. To the starboards deck and all that. Corn on the cob. his awkward speech patterns fell flatly, but he'd picked up his talking straight away again, and was about to say some more pretty random ramblings, when Light turned to leave. Frodo wouldn't let him go that easily, hell no! The talkative male skipped after him a little ways, grinning all the while. Snack? I'll have ya know that birds are fatty little buggers! And 'ard to catch, too. Why, 'ave you got any better suggestions, mr Einstein? I feel a challenge boiling in my tum! Don't ye be going just yet. Or are ye gonna be playin' a chicken on me? he snorted, and took a step closer again, all in good nature. He would prove to Light that birds were rewarding! But he would, of course, give Light a chance to persuade him large game was worth his time, too.

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Light Goldenfeather · 12-13-2011, 08:22 AM

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Word Count → 300+ :: Light excited... <3 Frodo's talking.

Light felt the male to be quite cryptic in his manner of speaking so when the first round of babble escaped him the only thing he managed to catch was his full name. He merely held his expression and continued with his words and attempt to leave. That was until he took round two of the cryptic battle with a slight more clarity. The younger male was challenging him and though he didn’t get some of the reference it was clear in his humorous tone that he was ready to prove the scarred hunter wrong. He paused and glanced back at the male a slight grin on his maw as his brown eyes glistened with intrigue. If there was one thing Light was prey to was a healthy competition and he rarely lost. Yes birds were difficult and child’s play to him but he knew the difficulty in catching many. So the moonlight and silver male turned to face the optime and held his head up.

Name the terms. He merely said in his monotonous voice and awaited for him to set rules to this game. Light’s mind was already formulating a plan, taking in the bountiful sectors of the pack land and the breeds that covered them. He was unfamiliar with some but there were always four types to them, ground walkers, water divers, nesters and spookers as he called them. Spookers were the watchful ones the hardest to catch and required much stealth and skill. Nesters often took more time for they would take refuge within thick barked hollows and he never felt right for robbing eggs of their parents so he often left them to their breeding... however the season proved to be fair game for nesters as they have more than likely set their young free from the nest and the hollow birds were not yet ready for breeding. Yes the male would be more than ready to take on the challenge of bird hunting for sport.

Frodo Silvertongue · 12-13-2011, 04:47 PM

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Word Count :: 000 So's Frodo. And thanks =3

The male chuckled, seeing the spark in the other brutes eyes as the challenge was mentioned. All in good will, more of a game than a battle of rights, but a challenge all the same. Frodo ran his hand through his curly hair and gave a boisterous lurch to the side, his banner swooping in a wide arc over the length of his body. This would be fun. The most fun he’d had in a long while, in fact. Hrmm… he scratched his chin with an ebony claw, then wiped his brow with the padded palm and gave a low stoop, crouching down to eye level with the secui formed lad. Let’s go find ‘nuffer Rudolf. Moosey, even. Knew it were one of them sleigh born thingy majiggers. he started, scratching his curly head and making sense only to himself. Father Christmas was a strange subject for a luperci to know about. And it was even more odd that he was confusing moose for reindeer. Frodo wasn’t stupid, he was actually highly intelligent, believe or not. He was just easily confused and absent minded. An unfortunate guy. Except when on a hunt. When on a hunt, or in another dangerous situation, the boy would be completely focused.

We can ‘unt tha’ first, so we can. In secui form.THEN we go optime, ‘untin some of my birdies, so to speak. An’ be decidin’ which is the more challengin’ to catch overall. And no bias, yeah? Fair and square, kay skipper? Hitler be watchin’ over us, mark my words, all those naughty boys and girls wont be gettin’ their pressies thisa year. he paused, flashed a lopsided grin. Half of what I say is rubbish. he added quickly, hoping he wasn’t getting too carried away with himself. But listen to this bit. If we find my birds were more challengin’, I win. Don’t want no prize or nuffink. Just pride. But if we decide moosey was, I make you a bow outa finest hog tusks around. Aint gonna get no offer like that nowhere else.

Rocking back on his heels eagerly, he did a dance around Light, a newfound spring in his step. Eventually he crouched down again, settling himself into a crossed-legs position. Frodo was actually quite short, 5 foot 8 in optime, so he looked up at Light now. The narrow shouldered boy could now study his hunting partner more, and take in the many battle wounds that ran across his body and face. Frodo couldn’t help but wonder what on earth had happened to him. His intense green eyes scanned the ripped ears, yet it wasn’t obvious of his staring, and as he was simply curious but not ravenous for knowledge, he was not staring either. Still, there was a gentle incline of his head, the cranium tilting to the side in awe. Frodo pursed his chiselled maw, and made an optimized statement. You're no hunter. he paused, waiting for the anger or offence to be taken. You're a warrior. he added stiffly, his lips turning upwards into a grin, continuing to admire the many scars littering Light's pelt.

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Light Goldenfeather · 12-14-2011, 11:43 AM

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Word Count → 340+ :: Kind of a blah post but they should start action right away, otherwise Light's head will explode from trying to decode Frodo's words lol.

Light chuckled in a deep throaty tone as the male spoke with such enthusiasm for the game at hand. He had to really think to make sense of the hunter’s ramblings and cryptic words. Some things made sense others he had not the slightest clue as to what he meant. He would answer the best he could when he decided to speak again. He had settled upon his rump watching the male as he danced about and enthusiastically expressed himself. Light felt quite hopeful that hunting together would be rather delightful and fun with the strange male; he knew he himself could easily fall into the pleasant mood of similar match once he got to know a person. He enjoyed the hunt far more than he enjoyed his drink and his art therefore it showed when he was in action. For now though the stone faced male only allowed a half smirk here and there as Frodo finally settled before him and complimented his scars.

When it seemed the male finished his entertaining display Light opened his mouth to speak. His voice just slightly more relaxed than the last time as he spoke. Believe me friend I am a hunter, my prey just didn’t often consist of prey. He half grinned with pride as he corrected the male. This plan of yours seems sound; will we be hunting separately or in pairs? Probably best to learn each other’s style perhaps together? He didn’t want to pair for the birds for he had a certain technique that often worked with such a success rate but it required patience and silence. But maybe it would add an edge toward the male’s wager. The thought of learning to use a bow was intriguing. I accept your offer but add my own prize, if you win I will let you in on my secrets to body training and bear wrestling techniques that is easily transferrable to optime fighting with others... a great skill to know. He didn’t want to seem as though he had nothing to offer and from what he seen around here his techniques were quite unique.

Frodo Silvertongue · 12-15-2011, 04:26 PM

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It was a throaty chuckle that escaped numb and protruding lips at Light’s joke, indeed he seemed almost sinister to Frodo, in a somewhat…nice way. If nice was the word. Pairs. was the answer at once, and the man leapt up from his cross-legged position soundly, both ears twitching in the eagerness for the hunt. What I mean is, we’ll be workin’ together on the moosey. On birdies, we takin’ turns. I gotta lend you my bow, see? You follow? another brief tail wag and he was still, nose pointing straight ahead as Frodo stared intently down a forked path in the snow, positioned just like a hunting dog. It was only the slightest of indications that he had heard what Light had to say next, and when Frodo answered his voice was but a whisper. You gotta yourself a deal, skipper.

His belated breath cut through the air like a knife through butter, the hot steamy texture showing up clearly on the cold winters morning. Frodo had seen something in the distance, or rather, smelt something, that was the reason for his pointer’s position. He unfastened his cloak, un-shouldered his bow and quiver, and then shifted quickly into Secui. Now in an overly large, muscled form, he felt clumsy. This was the form he was least familiar with. But Frodo was certain he would overcome the awkwardness. Still with a bandana and necklace round his neck, he looked a tad like a pet rather than his own wolf, but he couldn’t bear to part with either accessory. You smellin’ that, ponyboy? Lead the way, I do declare. Let the master show us how it’s done.

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Light Goldenfeather · 12-18-2011, 08:40 AM

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Word Count → 333 :: Should we play it out fully or oocly map out Secui hunt and just kind of fade out and return with their bounty and prepare for bird hunting? lol... I love how long this thread is going to be <3 but if you want to shorten it at all lemme know.

Light’s tail couldn’t help but give a slight wag; he liked this male so boisterous with life. His expression and eyes held as he kind of wondered what the male was like when circumstances weren’t as such. They were currently at the base of a pleasant game but it was still a bit of a challenge between hunters. He would definitely explore the option when the time came for now he needed to know the nature of his techniques so he could allow his own to match. His head tilted slightly at the weapon, he knew what a bow was and how it worked but he had not yet given a go at it. I have my own techniques for bird hunting... I haven’t had the opportunity to give my go at such a weapon. It may hinder me to use. The scarred primitive hunter was good at using various traps for birds and even had a few already prepared and leaning against the outside of his hut.

But if you plan to use your weapon I hope to bring in my own. The male said as he arose from his sitting position ready to track the first part of their friendly wager. He chuckled lightly at the male he had been internally hoping he had not noticed the smell in the air or the disturbance but it seems the Spirits were ready to put a hinder on his success of the bet. Light had already been ready to hunt from the morning track but now with a renewed vigour he set his paws in a sudden burst of energy. Oh yes he would test the younger hunter fully in this game and the first test was his speed. The scarred moonlight male gave a slight throw to the east after a while even knowing that the female was moving to the northeast. The hunter merely wanted to see if Frodo had a quick eye for fast tracking if he did they could often be quite successful in being quick and efficient as he liked it to be. The female he deduced would be a difficult chase nothing about her scent or her tracks that he playfully led from suggested any hinder to her speed or strength. It would be a fun, fun chase he thought and that would already have his prayers to the Great Spirit and Mother answered. And it was only the beginning of the day.

Frodo Silvertongue · 12-18-2011, 07:04 PM

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Word Count :: 000completely up to you, feel free to powerplay Frodo and skip time to the end of the hunt, or we can just continue. I don't mind either way.

He was right there. It would indeed hinder someone who did not know how to use a bow to be using it in a competition such as the one they were attempting in the present. He turned his now muscled face, cocking it downwards in curiosity but soon Light solved the question for him- Frodo was happy with the man bringing his own weapon to make things even- the only way Frodo was familiar with hunting birds was using his red bow and peacock feathers. The bow was his favourite and most valued weapon. However he wasn’t averse to trying out completely new strategy’s. He was a fast learner; whichever way Light hunted now, Frodo would mimic the technique as best he could. Frodo’s brain was quick, calculating, and collected; used to being suddenly thrown into a situation he had to think his way out of. Go ahead. But first, lets go find santa’s secret weapon. To the moosey we go! he whooped, eagerly batting his tail so it struck every piece of foliage near it. It was a monster in itself, his wild tail.

Hocus pocus, away we go, to the shire and back. Bit of a hobbits tale I dare say, peter rabbit. he said, thoroughly enjoying the way Light had suddenly bounded off without a word. The man followed behind; in Secui form wolves were faster, and stronger, and Frodo was no exception. He was just afraid of the new speed and strength, afraid of what it could do. In this form he was unpredictable whereas he could think before he acted in the other two. Still, he forced himself to try his best. Frodo was lean and streamlined so his footsteps easily matched the older males as they pelted through the forest. His paws struck against the ground heavily and sent him shooting forwards in bursts of utter speed, stealth, and agility. Lithe form cantered like a horse and then broke into a full on sprint as they changed course. But his nose had been following the scent and it was slightly in the wrong direction they were going. Hey! Frodo shouted. The man quickly overtook Light and ran straight in front of him - not too close as to collide - trying to ward him off the path and steer him more to the west. This way. he yapped confidently, before turning tail and moving straight in the direction of their prey. His tail wagged a few beats as he slowed down slightly for Light to catch up and then in turn be the leader again- Frodo would let Light direct this hunt willingly.

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Light Goldenfeather · 12-22-2011, 11:40 AM

Light was pleased to know the male was top game a decent match to his preference of hunt. The white secui bounded in the proper direction as Frodo steered him properly. Very good my friend. We will make a great team. It was the only words said in a less emotionless manner but now his focus was hard as his feet picked up. He could see the gangly legs of the cow running in that unique and swift way moose ran. His mouth watered at the idea of the fresh meat of a healthy female as strategy started to fill his mind. She was heading to a clearing that would ultimately cause them to lose their advantage upon her. He barked at Frodo to take the right flank of the female as he started to move to it as well. She need to be steered to one of the cliff faces, there was a drop that they could possibly use if the female was moving swiftly enough. Her flanks were within his reach but he wouldn’t sink is teeth in not until he knew she was either tired enough or if she had fallen. He snarled and barked at her to shift direction as her ears frantically shifted about on her head. His tactic had worked and he gave Frodo a grin for his help to steer the cow. They would run for a while before the cliffs became apparent some were risen and could easily corner the female moose but he wanted her to fall off the drop next to the formation. Her weight would do the rest as he was sure. It was the best way to handle healthy prey, to let them run themselves to their doom rather than risk an injury on their part. His face was rather relaxed and his tongue lolled slightly from the excitement, it was the only time he ever seemed to really enjoy himself, to be himself. He loved the hunt.

Frodo Silvertongue · 01-06-2012, 10:23 AM

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Frodo opened his mouth wide, tongue spilling out in an overly excited manner. He was glad Light thought they were a good team. Frodo thought they were too! He skidded over the mud, just a little behind Light because he didn't want to seem dominant, with his tail wagging through the air. Slipping and sliding through the grass but somehow keeping his strong and well-placed footing, he felt alive and free. He loved hunting, it really brought the best side of him out. When in optime, and using his bow, Frodo would seem terribly serious and silent, but in Secui he could run fast and be strong for once. The way the air ran past his face was truly exhilarating.

He gave a powerful snort and thrust onwards, ears perking up and then going floppy and the signal to take the right flank. He moved with Light, and they were one, and of the same pack, working as a team to bring the moose down. He felt content. Frodo unleashed some mock-snaps at the moose's heels and barks for the moose to change direction in fear. When the moose did so, and changed course, Frodo smiled and just kept on running at her. He felt Light's tension and was confident that his comrade had some sort of plan.

After a while of running, the cliff face came into view. Frodo gave a triumphant howl and gradually slowed down, until he hauled himself to a halt about a meter away from the edge. Grinning, he watched the stupid creature hurtle off the edge and most likely end it's like promptly. If not, Light and he would finish it for her. He cautiously approached the edge, finding his green eyes locking down on the body below. Bruised and battered, but the meat would be untarnished. For the second time he threw back his head and howled, a joyous sound that completed the hunt. They had brought her down successfully. He waited for Light to give the command of going down to collect her. More thank likely, they would end up going around a different route to reach the meat, but he doubted any other would claim the corpse as their own once Frodo had unleashed the triumphant howl. He was confident the food would be theirs by the end of the day. And afterwards, it would be time for birds.

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Light Goldenfeather · 01-16-2012, 04:55 PM

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Light’s heart pumped with joy as his muscles did their work. Together they successfully and quickly brought the cow to her end. They would eat well. He gave a nod to Frodo to start making his way down and Light did the same. As he reached the cow her head crushed in forcing an instant kill this made him pleased. He motioned for Frodo to wait before diving into the carcass as he started to shift. He prayed internally to the Great Spirit asking for a safe and pleasant journey for the female as she joined him in the spirit world. As his hands finally formed he untied a small pouch that was hidden within the layers of his thick fur. He removed the herbs within as the offerings for the moose spirit’s sacrifice for them. His mouth was moving as he sprinkled the herbs along the body with his eyes shut. His shift was slow as he was praying the same moment about half way through when his prayer was done he gave Frodo the go ahead. His hair sprawled around him as he stayed kneeling before the beast and when he felt his action done he swiftly set his long hair into a loose braid. Well that was rather easy wouldn’t you say? The deep voice male let a cocky smirk rise to face but knew the game was only half done. Guard it while I fetch my knife. The male requested. They would need to break down the female in order to get the meat back home its heavy carcass still even far too large for the pair to drag. He left Frodo to his duty and ran with swiftness. Upon his return he broke down the moose swiftly and skillfully leaving its body free of organs and broken into easily carried pieces. He would leave a thigh for the life around to scavange their kill while the rest of it was theirs to either feast upon or preserve for later. The hunter was greatly pleased with their success.

Frodo Silvertongue · 01-21-2012, 11:36 AM

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Frodo ran down the cliff, a long route around, willingly. He sniffed at the carcass, at her shattered brains and bruised and crippled body, and felt some sort of sympathy, but ultimately victory. Frodo watched in awe as Light shifted, and began coating the body with some kind of herbs, muttering prayers of some sort. Frodo was an atheist himself, so he knew not what the man was talking of, but he smiled all the same and also wished the cow well, into the afterlife where she would grow plump on ubiquitous grass.

The cocky smirk surprised Frodo. He’d agreed, the kill was easy, so didn’t that mean he should be the one that was smirking? The rules of their game were quite complicated… gone about in a rather way actually, but he remembered they’d planned to see which was the most difficult. And he knew birds were harder to catch than this, especially as they’d be high in the sky and Light apparently didn’t want to use a bow. So for the moment, Frodo had his heart set on the birds being more challenging to catch, just like he’d predicted. They were no easy target. And he’d prove himself right! It was. Now, birds are far more tricksy. he stated with a shrug, and then paused before replying; Sure. Frodo quickly shifted into optime himself, waiting for his new friend to come back.

He helped Light with the cutting up with the female and then bundled up half of it while he did the same. While they carried the meat back to the tribe it was in silence. He dumped his load in the storage area of the pack, and then beckoned with a shadowed hand. It was time for the birds. Silently, he jogged through the grass like a horse, elegant and graceful, poised with the structure of a doe. He picked back up his belongings, that were a few leagues away, and placed them back into the comfortable areas on his back and shoulders. Drawing out his bow and a single arrow, he then pushed onwards, until they reached a large, rocky outcrop that stood over most of the tribe. He knocked the arrow in place, and directed his eyesight towards the flock of birds that flew in the sky above, a good quarter of a mile away.

Frodo crouched low in the grass, as he had done thousands of times before, and watched them, still and quiet. Now. he whispered. This is where I’m gonna be fetchin’ some. Do what you will with those birds, though I think you’ll be findin’ it hard to pluck ‘em outa the sky. he smirked a little, as the birds were well out of reach for anyone without weapons. He turned to Light. Look at those, an’ tell me that wing-born creatures are easier to catch than large game. They’re challengin’ , that they are. Do you wish to give in, Light? he watched steadily, his green eyes open wide. They were beautiful creatures, large of their breed, brought only together as a flock from the winter. Frodo focused on them steadily, breathing in and out. He then knocked an arrow into place and drew the string back, holding his arm until he had a sure aim. And he let the arrow loose. But the bird saw it well before it got within a metre, and swooped out of the way. The birds were clever. Frodo swore and knocked another arrow, doing the same. And the same outcome. And he’d had plenty of practice. His aim was unfaltering, but not quick enough. It was only on his third arrow that he managed to strike the feathered beast through the eye, and it tumbled to the ground. Yet that was only the beginning. He would collect his game later, for now he focused on plucking the creatures out of the clouds, one by one.

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Light Goldenfeather · 01-25-2012, 11:21 AM

WC: 280
ooc: I'm gonna pull Light from this now, I just want to rank soon if thats alright Confused

if not I can change it just PM me Smile

Light chuckled. It would be wise to end this here and now. This cow gave me no chance prove my plea. Maybe serves me right for boasting. The hunter enjoyed game but he knew when to quit, his scars said otherwise for certain matters but when it came to friendly games he felt no shame in losing. Pity though my net would have proven quite the tool to shift the odds. Maybe in the spring when the ducks and geese come by then we shall have another game? The hunter said with a small smirk. He wanted to show that not only could he catch plenty of birds but that he could catch them alive. In time He thought. For now maybe it was best to go home to take care of the meat they had gained, it’s age only a matter of time before it risked sickness. He picked up a heavy thigh and tossed it over his shoulder with a deep grunt as his legs buckled for a moment beneath him before standing straighter. They could return to get the smaller bits if they needed to but for now the larger pieces needed to be taken back in order to be preserved. Light started to walk his steps carefully calculated for the heavy load was not one to risk a fall with. He paused and turned awkwardly toward Frodo. When would you like to begin your training? The male said a slightly excited tone taking hold of the monotonous voice for a moment. Even though he lost he did much rather enjoy teaching so really it wasn’t much of a loss but a gain of a new pupil.

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