AW- Still only breathing

Ahiga Nishant · 05-03-2012, 06:05 PM

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Word Count :: 353 Would like to have him learn more about hunting, pack symbols and making them or generally anything crafty. Since he's recently got the symbols co-rank, he needs to understand more of what his role is and learn how to do it. Oh, and Lokni is visible although he pretty much doesn't do or say much ever xD

What seemed like only a heartbeat, seasons had changed, the creatures laying within the lands entering the cycle of rebirth along with the greenery filling out the dead trees and empty landscapes. So young he had been in his last spring that the very simplicity of the season fascinated him and invigorated him to push himself more, to try and learn something new with all the changes and new starts going on around him. Rolling his shoulders, he pulled mismatched arms above his head, fingers intertwined as he stretched the muscles in his arms, mouth opening as he let out a lazy yawn, green eyes squinting shut in a comical way as he did so. If he was asked to describe his current lifestyle, it would be simplistic, boring and repetitive.

Crouching down outside of the small cabin he called him, the lad plucked up his bag, shrugging it into his place over his shoulders, lifting the flap to confirm it's current contents. From a glance he could see the small knife he used for skinning, various hooks and scrap metal he had picked up at some point without having noticed. Closing the bag he reached out and picked up his spear which was leaned against the cabins wooden wall. With his typical gear gathered he proceeded to the village, spear being used as a temporary walking stick, his left hand shoved in the front pocket of his recently acquired black cargo trousers; they hadn't initially been black, but some horrid vibrant colour. It had taken him awhile to patch them up and dye them, making them to the point he could wear them out in public and not be a laughing stock.

“Lokni, coming?” he asked, eyes watching the darkness of the cabin to see if the guide was planning on following him. After a moment of silence, the panther slunk out of the cabin, repeating his charge's notion of stretching out and yawning. Walking in companionable silence, the pain quickly made their way to the village, the lad in search of someone whom could either aid him with hunting or carving.

Photo courtesy of KilljoyDivine

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