Snippet #2547587

Outflanked! thought Oscar when he saw a figure come upon him... and quite neatly too, Oscar would later admit to himself; he hadn't checked the hut for alternative exit points, which every hideout from the vamp's would obviously employ in one form or another for a quick getaway.

Oscar's instincts told him many things at that moment, jump backwards and get some range, toss some dirt at the person and run away or raise his bow and let loose as quickly as he could.

But, these thoughts of action did not become action on thought, Oscar concluded that had someone come up on him like this and wanted to gut him, he would have been gutted already.

With fear and instinct partially subsided, Oscar now took a good look on the resident; she seemed young, a kiddo, and yet something was strange, eyes older then the face and an unflinching stance which conveyed such confidence Oscar was convinced only foresight could allow it.

The kiddo seemed concerned and said something strange, Oscar wondered if maybe stories of witches and forest spirits where true and looked towards the trees, concerned the girl was calling on the forest to punch him up or something like that.

A strong gust of wind moved the trees, many of the leaves on the oak Oscar had sat on now fell, Oscar tried not to show it but he was beginning to feel quite haunted.

The girl's next words still sounded strange, as if she had come here from some other realm but it was English of a sort, and Oscar could make sense of it - it wasn't fair of him to hold her accent against her anyway as people here didn't often understand what he was sayin, something to do with coming from far North.

Oscar still could not quite quite figure out what was going on, but for the moment he was weary, all his instincts where telling him there was more to this then he saw - maybe the girl really was a spirit?

Oscar carefully put down his bow, to show his willingness to talk rather then fight but not in a hasty manner which conveyed surrender. He then stood up from the bushes, but realized he would be inconveniently tall for a proper conversation. Besides, maybe standing up could offend a spirit? Oscar was not about to take any chances, and simply crouched down besides the bush though not behind it.

"Err, I am Oscar, Oscar Freeman, I hunt around here". Said Oscar carefully, trying not to give away too much information before he knew more about this girl.

"I do hope I, ah, did not intrude on you. I was curious, never seen this hut before so I wondered who lived here. Who are you? do you have a name or somthin you are called by?" Asked Oscar carefully, he then remembered he still had another apple and opened his small back, taking a single red apple out and handing it over to the girl.

"Already ate one, so only fair you get one - they are quite juicy, full of vit-a-mins, you know, things that are good for the blood".