Gavin
Hunter
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OoC Alias: Ilheod
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Post by Gavin on Apr 13, 2015 6:05:12 GMT -6
The air held a slight fog to it. Fresh morning dew littered the ground, a sheen and brief reflective gleaming shines to catch upon leaves and blades of grass through out the woods as occasional beams of morning light caught them. Most of the forest was perfectly still. The occasional small snapping twig or crackling of crunching cleaves as something strode through broke brief silences. Within the center of it all, immersed in the smell of lingering morning and the forest's ambient general presence stood a hooded figure cloaked in olive green. When still he became harder to distinguish to most from the forest. Even the bow in hand and quiver at his hip were shades of brown that matched mud and bark fairly well. Head swiveling to gaze around in silence, he waited. At his feet, two dead pheasants. A moment later a piercing cry echoed, as a hawk let out an echoing series of calls before coming into site; the goshhawk racing down towards him and in the first sweep dropping a third plump bird at the boy's feet before buffeting it's wings. Gavin lifted and extended his arm out, the bird resting talons upon a segment of his forearm covered in hardened leather and wrappings for that very purpose. Perched upon him as it was, the hawk swiveled it's head examining the hooded male.
Using his free hand with two fingers still tucked around the bow he lowered his hood to examine them better before smiling at his companion with a quiet chuckle. He gazed at the pheasants again after a moment and crouched to double check. They would be far more than enough for breakfast. Almost a waste of extra meat in earnest. Regardless the boy chuckled as he stood back up from a crouch. "Great job Astor. Looks like we go with full stomachs yet again, eh?"
It would take a few moments to set up, but soon he had a make shift spit set up. With a good use of bark, he had whittled out prior he was lucky that the birch tree was a bit of a moderate sight. It's wood was notoriously difficult to burn. Perfect for making soup. With the three pheasants plucked and properly prepared for the spit and a well placed roasting. While he cooked, he had let Astor relocate from the self associated perch that was his arm to a tree branch near by. While he let them sit upon the cooking spit he rummaged around, picking at the nettles and a few other herbs and weeds he would use for seasoning and stew. Taking two rocks and grinding up a few of the herbs he took time to sprinkle them out over the pheasant as he turned them on the spit to evenly season them. All the while, upon a large scooped out chunk of bark he began to boil water. Taking out one of the wooden bowls he had whittled months ago with his grandfather, the boy sat his small rucksack down behind him and sat down upon the log. The scent of the soup soon swirled within and among the stirring scents of roasting pheasant however as well with him cutting the stalk from the nettles and adding them and small bits of the few tiny wild onions he had found.
Indeed, this morning they would eat well. An otherwise good morning..until..
The sudden repetitive echoing crys of his hawk caused his head to snap in that direction. When the hawk made a series of loud short repeating screeches it was an alarm of sorts. A call that signaled something entered the hawk's territory it did not recognize. A predator? Swiftly tucking into the wilderness from his small campsite clearing he lifted his hood and did his best to blend in with the brush behind him. Hands lifted upwards and inwards so the olive green cloak covered him almost entirely as he settled within and down into the branches of a bush behind him. Cupping his palms he quietly made a bird cry that few would have distinguished as that of a bird not native to Bern; one he used to signal Astor.
The hawk relocated upon hearing the cry by flying upwards and soaring at a downwards glide to a branch on a perch above Gavin's bush. He waited, gazing in wonder of what it was Astor had seen, or more likely who. Astor wasn't overly fond of other people after all.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
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Post by Aeos on Apr 13, 2015 19:45:36 GMT -6
Aeos trekked through the Bern woods. He had left the company of the border guard a few days ago and was wandering the country side taking in the sights. But he being unfamiliar to Bern had managed to get himself lost. The map had told him this old beaten path would lead him out into a town. But all he seemed to find was more forest. The forests of Bern were truly gorgeous. He enjoyed seeing the lush green trees full of life. The road before him was covered with damp moss, which he gleefully smooshed in between his bare toes. He had his simple shoes in his hands. And the air was thick with the scent of mist. It was all very refreshing and very different from Nabata.
"Ah.. this be a shame. This patch of trees looks identical to the other patch of trees I passed earlier."
The dragon man had the ability to find his way through the desert or the mountains just fine. But forest was something completely new to him. He sighed. Then brushed the sweat off of his brow. He heard the sound of a hawk nearby. He looked up and saw that the majestic creature had perched itself near by.
"What a lovely hawk." He commented.
"If I hath the ability to speak bird. I'd ask'th thee for directions. But alas, I cannot." Aeos was oblivious to the one hiding in the bush. He looked around. He could sense the presence of someone but was unsure who or what. Perhaps a forest spirit is playing a trick on me.
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Garrit
Soldier
Posts: 45
Affinity: Dark
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Garrit on Apr 13, 2015 21:20:19 GMT -6
Garrit had managed to finally make it out of the plains. He had made it out of the plains where every twenty yards of the world looked like the last twenty and the next twenty. Now he was in Bern, a forest to be exact. A forest where every tree looked the same. Maybe when he had faced that monster, he had truly died, for now he seemed cursed to be surrounded by inexperienced children, and to walk for hours without going anywhere. It was not a happy life, but Garrit had yet to meet one that was.
Garrit considered for the first time that he may in fact not be seeing different trees, but the same one. The plains had been quite simple, simply go straight, but these trees confused him, and he could not see the sun in a way that pleased him. Suddenly, Garrit heard the call of a hawk. A bird of prey. He looked around fiercely. He found the thing, perched above him. Then he heard a voice that seemed almost familiar.
"Ah.. this be a shame. This patch of trees looks identical to the other patch of trees I passed earlier. What a lovely hawk. If I hath the ability to speak bird. I'd ask'th thee for directions. But alas, I cannot." Garrit turned, and saw the man who'd saved him in Sacae. Not man, dragon. Garrit approached him and said, "Hello, I am Garrit Coal. You saved my life, and I believe it to be proper to thank you. Thank you." Garrit instinctively tightened his grip on his lance when he thought he heard something move.
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Gavin
Hunter
Posts: 21
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Ilheod
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Post by Gavin on Apr 14, 2015 7:24:49 GMT -6
He observed quietly for a moment. Listening to the man compliment his hawk, and express his lack of positional awareness within the forest almost tempted Gavin to reveal himself. After all, wasn't that why he had taken the path in life he had? To show people how to navigate the wilderness and survive easier? Though his urge to do so was suppressed briefly as another man appeared, speaking in context as if knowing the other. Two people, one lost and the other possibly so? Well, they didn't seem harmful or dangerous in the context of desiring him harm. That, and he had to finish attending the food he had been preparing. If there was no reason to fear them, his priorities shifted from self preservation to maintaining his meal. Possibly..he could share with them? He'd have enough..though he was still unsure of their identities; only one way to find out really. His body's shift in movement was still masked considerably by the camouflaged colors of his cloak and hood; but as he stood up and stepped out of the bush he stood out in a more definable way.
Though he gazed at the two quietly from beneath his hood, he extended his arm to the side with his elbow bent and his balled fist pointing towards them slightly causing his arm to make an L bend. Whistling abruptly in a defined high pitch tone, he signaled for Astor to return to him. As he walked to them, arm raised the sizeable Goshawk let out a single loud cry, as per his talkative nature before flapping heavy wing-beats to glide down and perch atop his owners arm. Talons gripping at the hardened leather wrist bracers, the hawk's head swiveled as it kept an eye upon the two newcomers. As if sizing them up.
Gavin spoke as he moved past them, bow gripped within his left hand lightly and his hawk sitting upon his right. His tone a level of matter-of-fact while he moved to stand near the boiling stew and examining the scent to see how close to being prepared it was. "Are you two lost? It's a bit challenging to navigate the forest once fog sets in; if you don't know where your going. "
It was true though, wasn't it? One of the worst places to get trapped in a fog, if you didn't know your way. Everything became the same "tree you passed earlier." Even if you walked in one direction, the mind started to suffer doubt and tricks could be cast. It was dangerous even, to get lost in such situations. Perhaps if they needed help...well..it wasn't like he had plans.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
Profession: Wandering Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Air
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OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aeos on Apr 14, 2015 13:03:47 GMT -6
Aeos looked at the man in slight shock. This was the man from the plains. The one he ran down the hill to save from that monster in black armor. He quickly approached the man and put his hands on the stranger's shoulders. If he were more affectionate he would have hugged the man.
"You!" His voice was in a surprised but happy tone.
"Thou has no idea how relieved I am to see the alive! I wast worried sick thinking that the monster had killed thee. Ah.. I can rest easy now." He held his hand to his heart. His voice was full of genuine worry and relief.
"Oh and thou be very welcome. I am named Aeos. Pleasure to re-meet thee Garrit. Uh.. please.. keep what thou saw in the plains to thyself. If thou would be so kind." He backed up and bowed lightly. It was an old habit. Now that that introduction was out of the way the dragon man looked around. He had sensed movement near by. Soon he noticed that there was another person with them. A young man from what he could tell. The figure had a hood and cloak on and the hawk the dragon had seen earlier.
The hooded figure spoke questioning the pair if they were lost. To which Aeos responded with.
"Yes. Yes young one we er.. well I be lost. Doth thou know the way to town?" The young man appeared to be a survival expert. What luck! He took a moment to reflect on what he had said. Yes the fog was making it difficult to navigate and each tree did seem to be the same to him.
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Garrit
Soldier
Posts: 45
Affinity: Dark
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Garrit on May 2, 2015 10:14:38 GMT -6
Garrit nodded as the dragon explained that he would not like to be outed as a dragon. "Yes I am alive, it is good to see that your sacrifice did not put you in so much danger that you received injury. I am sure even one of your strength could have been in danger if the man- no, the beast attempted to attack you." As he finished speaking, a young boy emerged from the forest, and spoke of his worry that the two could be lost.
With wounded pride, Garrit spoke, "Yes, speaking for myself, I am incredibly lost. I have never been in a forest as thick as this, or any true forest to be completely truthful. Any assistance you can offer would be greatly appreciated." Garrit blew through his nose, attempting to force a bit of phlegm out. He looked at the hawk that had flown to the boy, it was a truly magnificent beast, very powerful. It looked as if it could have truly taken off the little boys' arm had it wanted to. Instead, it appeared the beast was somehow subservient to the boy. It was odd, Garrit had never seen an animal of the sky who seemed so willing to work with a human. If a bird could be used in a battle, maybe he should begin to use a bird. The sky could be the best place to attack the black armor that walked as a man. Or it could put the life of a bird in danger. Maybe Garrit would be the only one able to fight the thing when the time came. "I am Garrit Coal, you are?" He raised his left eyebrow at the boy.
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Gavin
Hunter
Posts: 21
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Ilheod
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Post by Gavin on May 3, 2015 6:41:10 GMT -6
"Gavin.."
He didn't necessarily ignore the men probing him as to if he could lead them back to town. However with fog setting in, and they wishing to leave the forest he'd have to act faster than not to make their return easier. Standing near the self-made pot where his stew boiled now, Gavin gazed to the skies before looking back to Astor and lifting his arm a bit more so the large goshawk was face to face with the boy. He clicked his tongue twice, and let out a quiet whistle for a moment. Small sounds that had no significance to anyone but his family. Signals and ways to train animals they domesticated or raised so that they could communicate. Most of his family used hounds however; he using Astor be raw fluke. Now that he'd ever take that back. The Hawk let out a loud cry once before Gavin lifted his arm and let the hawk flap it's wings to ascend from it's perch. Two fluttering wing-beats later it was flying upwards and vanishing from traditional sight into the fog from a swift climb in those two motions.
The young ranger turned around to look at the men as he crouched over the stew. A small wooden ladle he carried in his small pack was revealed as he stirred it slowly before speaking again. "Might as well sit down over here if you want to leave the forest. If you'd like me to lead you out, we'll move as soon as we hear Astor. Going to be a few minutes though so no sense in standing about. Just so you know, it might be a fair bit of walking till the closest town. These woods aren't exactly small."
The stew was nearly done now. The scent spiraling upwards as steam trailed and snaked in somewhat predictable coiling patterns. Setting the ladle aside within the bark pot the green clad boy turned to the two men as he sat down upon one of the turned over moss laden logs behind him. His forearms resting upon his knees, he spoke up as he mentally counted off the next few minutes before knowing the stew was done. "So what brought you two into the forest?"
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
Posts: 441
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Post by Aeos on May 5, 2015 7:14:28 GMT -6
"To be honest Garrit. I did not fully escape injury. I wake in the night with shivers as the events oft that day plauge my mind." He replied in a hushed tone.
"But that is for another day." He nodded softly before making his way up towards the boy. He greeted the young one in a casual tone of voice.
"Well met, young Gavin. I'm Aeos." The dragon took a moment to examine the ground before plopping his tall self down. Though he would not admit it, the disguised dragon was moist from sweat. Partly due to nerves and the other due to the climate. He was not used to such humidity. The boy's words were true, the fog was starting to roll in. It gave the trees around them a sort of ghostly appearance. It is no wonder how he got so lost.
"As to how I got here. Well.. I got lost. I was on my way to town when a small group of children assured me of a path to take so that I could arrive at a local village. From what I heard that village was known for it's pub for serving good food. But I think I took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in the sea of trees." He took a moment to warm his fingers and toes by the small fire of the stew pot.
"Tis fortunate to have come across thee young Gavin." He gave a small but warm smile. His mind and body started to compose itself. He had to put his trust in these people. Fortunately he did not sense any malice. The rolling fog made it difficult for him to read the spirits of the wind. He gave a small sigh. The young dragon didn't mind walking. He had been walking the land for centuries. But he wished for a strong breeze to come and help to dry off all of this excess moisture. He took a moment to braid up his hair and tie it back.
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Garrit
Soldier
Posts: 45
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OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Garrit on May 26, 2015 18:33:36 GMT -6
Garrit nodded when Aeos said that his mental state was something to be discussed at a later time. If the subject had been almost anything else, Garrit would have been fine for the two of them to never discuss it. To never discuss anything at all actually. However, this shadow in a man's clothing clouded the sun of his mind, and Garrit would take anything he could to shed the light again. Blathering people always seemed to believe that talking about problems made them smaller. Maybe this once he could concede, and blather on with this man about his emotions, and how fragile his little mind was because his sister was dead and he didn't know who his father was. Not to mention whatever problems the dragon could possibly have. What sort of emotional trouble could a dragon have. Maybe he thought his scales were too broad, and the other dragons would all laugh at him.
The boy began working on a stew, then asked Garrit and the dragon why they had come to the forest. Aeos offered up some words about looking for a tavern. Then commented on the sea of trees. Garrit had been on the sea but once, but honestly preferred it to his current situation. On the sea of waves at least, nothing prevented you from seeing the horizon. Here, his vision was cut off before it could reach its end. He crossed his arms. "I am headed for Lycia, going through this wood was the most direct route. I now regret not choosing to go around."
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Gavin
Hunter
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Post by Gavin on Jun 1, 2015 8:23:18 GMT -6
Gavin listened intently to the words of both men. A village with a pub known for it's meals? Though he couldn't personally attest to the meals of any pubs within Bern really, he did have a suspicion as to which one the man with the odd dialect choice spoke of. Before he spoke however he opted to listen to the other man's story. Gavin shifted his gaze upwards from his prone crouch as the man mentioned attempting to get to Lycia. He stood up and lightly clasped his palms together before rubbing them together to brush off the small bits of dirt upon them. He shook his head to disagree while he gazed through the settling murky whisps that formed the great fog. "Actually, going through the forest might have been the safer choice since your traveling alone. With brigands, the Rebellion, and Mercenaries running rampant; a lone armed man might get treated with more distrust. Especially to paranoia's influence. " Gavin turned to respond to the man who spoke in tongue of old.
"I think I know which town your looking for. I can lead you to it once we leave the woods..it'll just be a matter of-"
* snap *
The sound of a tree branch cracking echoed in the quiet. Gavin's head sharply turned as he responded on instinct, reflexes proven to be on razor's edge. He quickly moved to a crouching prone position while his hands moved separately yet simultaneously. One swiftly lifted to tug at the notch atop the arrows within his hip mounted quiver as he lifted his bow from his side and raised it at a diagonal angle. He already had the arrow knocked and was slowly gazing into the direction of the noise in the time most might think to look for the sound.
Another snap, a heavy one, broke the silence. Gavin spoke no words as he crouched, slowly moving in careful steps before speaking in a hushed down. "Stay near the fire. You'll get lost easily if you go too far.."
His image vanished moments later into the thickening mist as the boy quietly traversed the leaf and twig laden forest floor. Footsteps slowly lingered in the hanging silence, until the crunching sound of leaves became non-existent and absolute quiet clung to the air. Then almost instantly a deer came leaping into sight of the camp-fire and into the small clearing before rushing past and out of sight once more.
A loud whistle pierced the quiet, Gavin signalling to Astor to return to him while he slowly walked back into view. Bow now at his hip and arrow slipped back into the quiver, a bemused expression on his face. "Well, thankfully it was not a bear. Give Astor a moment, and we should be ready to go..yes?" Nature had a funny way of breaking tedium.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
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Post by Aeos on Jun 1, 2015 14:27:44 GMT -6
Aeos sat patiently and listened. Gavin explained how Bern was a dangerous place. Not just for its winding forests but also due to its people. The dragon gave a bit of a sigh. Bandits were a constant problem in all societies. But war and hired mercenaries with no loyalties were another problem all together. And the paranoia has bled into the minds of the common people. Aeos looked down sadly. He understood these fears. Although with his case it would be if the people ever discovered his true nature. They would look at him in fear. That fear would then travel to innocent people, to those other dragons in hiding, to people who happen to look like him. He pulled his head up, this was not the time to focus on those thoughts.
He could smell the aroma of the stew. Mmh.. that smells divine. He wondered if it would be rude to ask for some. But before he could open his mouth he heard some movement nearby. His slightly pointy ears could hear light foot falls followed by a twig snapping. Young Gavin had an arrow docked and ready to fire by the time Aeos went back to look at the fire. The young hunter instructed them to stay near the fire while he went to investigate. This left Aeos alone with Garrit.
“Do not fret tis just a deer. The foot fall is too dainty for it to be something worse.” He reassured Garrit. Aeos imagined he might have had some reservation about sending a young boy out into the mist alone.
“Garrit. I wonder if thou could join me once we get to the town. I.. imagine thou might have some questions.” He spoke with a bit of a serious tone. Aeos quietly poked the fire with a stick. He was relieved that Gavin could guide him out to the town. Soon, the Doe jumped out of the mist into a clearing near them and darted off. Gavin returned grateful that it was not a bear.
“I be curious to see what thou would’st done if it were a bear.” Aeos imagined that the bear would not be happy being shot full of arrows.
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Garrit
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Post by Garrit on Jun 1, 2015 19:04:31 GMT -6
For whatever reason, Garrit had been surrounded by warriors who could barely be called that as of late. Young children, who could barely swing a sword or cast their spells. For that reason, he was able to recognize the inexperience behind the boy Gavin's stance as he entered the swell of mist. Garrit did not doubt the boy knew the forest, or that he was a competent hunter. However, using the bow as a tool and using it as a weapon were two completely separate things. Whatever it was out there, if it had ill intent for the trio, Garrit did not believe that Gavin would be able to stop it. For that reason, his hand drifted to the shaft of his guan dao. He was just curling his fingers around the weapon when the dragon spoke. “Do not fret tis just a deer. The foot fall is too dainty for it to be something worse.” Garrit's head snapped around to look at the dragon, then his gaze returned to peer into the peculiar mist. "I'll take your word for it."
His hand drifted back to rest on his knee. Garrit heard no growling sounds, or the thwang of the release of an arrow from a bowstring. That meant nothing horrible could be happening. Good. Then, the dragon extended to Garrit an invitation, one that Garrit would usually refuse. "Normally I am not one for sharing many words, but I do have some questions, and some... feelings I could share about the event." The boy returned, and confirmed what the dragon had said. Garrit only nodded when Aeos commented on the boy's would be fight with a bear. "A fight with a bear could have meant all our deaths. I am glad you were only met with a deer."
Garrit turned his head away from the other two then, and coughed. It was not a violent cough by any means, he simply felt a small tickle in the back of his throat, and meant to rid himself of it. His nose was lifted as he turned back to the other men. The stew had an aroma to it that he had not smelled before.
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Gavin
Hunter
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Post by Gavin on Jul 5, 2015 16:12:51 GMT -6
There was a slight click of the tongue, as Gavin gazed towards the two. The only form of irritation he could express ultimately, and quite reminiscent of his raptor companion. The boy turned to gaze towards the trail once more within the fog before he slowly knocked the arrow once more into his bow. He closed his eyes before breathing in tighter sips of air, so that he adequately inhaled oxygen without causing his chest to rise or fall. After a few brief seconds, and feeling his muscles flex at the tension from drawing the arrow as far back as his bow would allow; it flew. It vanished almost instantly into the vaporous thick fog which consumed the entirety of the forest. Silent, it sailed through the air until a dull slightly muffled "thunk" broke the quiet. Gavin lowered the bow, eyes gazing plainly at the two beneath a veil of sandy brown hair before he walked back over to his campsite. His tone slathered in formal neutrality, almost forced.
"From that sound, I could tell you how far away that tree was. Whether or not the bark was wet or dry, and through it use the following sounds to probe the environment. Animals react to such things in different manners. They have predictable reactions because they act on instinct. A bear, while dangerous is easily handled if you know how to. I've no doubt your lance is deadly sir, but doubt not that you'd have been safe. It would not have been my first run in with one, and given that were in my home..I doubt it would have been the last. "
He slowly scooped up the small wooden bowls after easing his bow over his shoulder. Each bowl he dipped into the log carved "pot" before he reached up and passed two to each male. He did it in a fashion more akin however to someone passing off luggage to be carried. No rudeness, just an abruptness as if in a hurry. He then scooped up with the final bowl the last vestiages before bringing the bowl to his lips and slowly drinking from the still hot seasoned stew. He turned and started walking through the clearing towards the direction he fired the arrow. A sharp whistle came from between his teeth as he signaled to his companion. A distinguished screech of the goshawk cried out. He adjusted his direction by a few steps and turned to the others.
"If you still wish to find your way gents, I can guide you. Astor's got a keen path already, given we've done this ourselves about a dozen times. "
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Aeos
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A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
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Post by Aeos on Jul 5, 2015 21:07:27 GMT -6
Gavin had given them a small display of his hunting prowess. While the young man spoke about how he could use the sound to determine the condition of the tree and how animals reacted to it, Aeos nodded softly. However unbeknownst to the young hunter Aeos' senses were sharper then the average human. His slightly pointed ears and his connection to the elements had heard the very air be pierced by the arrow. He could hear the small ruffles of the feathered end bit of the arrow. And when the arrow went "thunk" on the wall he could hear the distant but light shuffling of leaf litter from something quick. A small light animal possibly a rabbit or a chipmunk. He could also hear the shuffling of Astor's wings, perhaps stalking the small creature that darted off.
"While.. all that is impressive young one. It still doth not answer the question of what wouldst thou hast done if it were a bear?" Aeos took the warm wooden bowl of soup and let it rest in his hands. I.. do not think it would have ended with all our deaths. He reflected lightly on Garrit's words. We could have just eaten the bear.
"Thank you kindly young Gavin." The young dragon gave the hunter a bit of a nod. He blew on it gently to cool it down before taking his first few sips of the soup. The taste was divine. The freshness of all of the vegetables and herbs brought out the beset flavors that the forest could offer. It wasn't long until his bowl of soup was consumed. The warm contents now found a home inside his belly. Aeos let out a sigh of satisfaction.
"That was good soup." He complimented while wiping his mouth with his wrist.
"A warm belly oft soup while pleasing still doth not solve my 'lost' problem." He got up off the ground. He returned the empty bowl to the young hunter.
"Lead the way young Gavin."
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Garrit
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Post by Garrit on Jul 17, 2015 19:09:58 GMT -6
"My thanks." Garrit took the bowl in a way that matched the boys giving it, quick and without a show of ceremony. They were in the woods after all, not a fancy ballroom. Needless politeness meant nothing here, except that Garrit would have to wait longer for his soup. It would never be good to make Garrit wait for his soup. Garrit did not blow on the soup, or wait for it to cool. He immediately lifted the bowl to his mouth, and threw back the soup. His mouth was burned from the tip of his tongue to the back, as well as the roof of his mouth. Garrit's eyes narrowed at the pain, but the Islander showed no other signs of pain. He simply set the bowl down by the young hunters other effects.
The blonde haired man rose, and followed the dragon in sheep's clothing. Actually, Garrit couldn't tell by looking at the drake's clothing whether the clothes were made of cloth or wool. Garrit kept his eyes locked on the other two men, shifting them from the messy haired bowman, or the long haired dragon. Garrit wrapped his fingers tightly around his guan dao. He rewrapped his scarf around the blade of the weapon. As long as he was behind both of the other two, Garrit would have ample time to prepare his weapon if either man decided to try something. Though Garrit doubted they would. The boy didn't look accustomed to combat, and the dragon, well, was a dragon.
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