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This situation royally sucked. Not only did he have to leave his home and everything that belonged to his family, but he was being hunted down like a dog. He had nowhere to run to and no one to ask for help. His family was long dead after all and who would help a witch running from the hunters? Anyone caught assisting his escape would also be taken in for questioning and quite possibly burned for dereliction of the church. All he had with him was the clothes off his back and the spell book he had managed to nab when he escaped. He had little Stardust of course but she wasn't going to be much help. A simple cat wasn't much use when it came to protection.
Luka sighed and ran a hand through his disheveled mess of obsidian strands trying to straighten it in some way. He turned his baby blue hues up to the sky to monitor the moon and its guiding light. A week had passed. He had managed to evade the hunters for a good week or so. That was a good thing considering the bastards had shot him with a Sapping Dart. A week had given him plenty of time to recover the magic he had lost but he was starving. He had been so insistent on escape that he hadn't much thought of food. He didn't have his hunting tools so he would have to use his magic to fell his prey. He really didn't want to use too much of his magic should he need it in a pinch, but without food, he was loosing energy regardless.
"Well, my dear Stardust, I guess our stomachs have decided our next course of action!" he mused as he picked up the black cat that was his constant companion. Stardust simply looked at him and offered a little 'mew'. She pawed at his face and Luka chuckled at her. "I know, I know. I am a bad, daddy aren't I? I haven't fed you much either. Not to worry! I'll get us something good."
Luka got up from his makeshift bed in the grass and stretched. He held Stardust close as he began trekking through the forest he had called his home as long as he could remember. He had never been this far, but at least he took comfort in the knowledge that this was still his home. He was going to have to leave the forest soon though. The hunters would be catching up. The young witch scanned the forest for animal tracks and any other tell-tale sign of animal life and it wasn't long before he saw two little hares munching away on some grass. His mouth instantly watered. It wasn't a lot of meat, but it was something and his stomach was clenching in its need for sustenance.
Luka extended his hand slowly and focused his magic on the two creatures. "Yepurasu inima apreste," he whispered, intending on stopping their heart from beating. Instantly, the two little thing suddenly became rigid before dropping to the side. The young witch glanced around to ensure no one else was there before he hurried over to the rabbits and picked them up. Smaller creatures like this succumbed to spells like this so easily, making their death quick and humane. Luka never liked to torture anything.
Luka hurried back to his 'camp' and sat down with his catch. He set Stardust down and the little cat curled up beside him as he began to maneuver the logs he had collected earlier and went about starting a small fire. Having a little fire now was dangerous considering the light and smoke it would give off, but he didn't have a choice. He needed to eat and he wasn't a fire witch; he couldn't cook his food without it. When he finally had a little flame going, he began to skin his snack. "This is a small snack, my dear but once we eat this, we'll be on the road again. I am sure there will be other animals we will come across on our way out. I don't want to be here too much longer," he explained to his cat.
Luka sighed and ran a hand through his disheveled mess of obsidian strands trying to straighten it in some way. He turned his baby blue hues up to the sky to monitor the moon and its guiding light. A week had passed. He had managed to evade the hunters for a good week or so. That was a good thing considering the bastards had shot him with a Sapping Dart. A week had given him plenty of time to recover the magic he had lost but he was starving. He had been so insistent on escape that he hadn't much thought of food. He didn't have his hunting tools so he would have to use his magic to fell his prey. He really didn't want to use too much of his magic should he need it in a pinch, but without food, he was loosing energy regardless.
"Well, my dear Stardust, I guess our stomachs have decided our next course of action!" he mused as he picked up the black cat that was his constant companion. Stardust simply looked at him and offered a little 'mew'. She pawed at his face and Luka chuckled at her. "I know, I know. I am a bad, daddy aren't I? I haven't fed you much either. Not to worry! I'll get us something good."
Luka got up from his makeshift bed in the grass and stretched. He held Stardust close as he began trekking through the forest he had called his home as long as he could remember. He had never been this far, but at least he took comfort in the knowledge that this was still his home. He was going to have to leave the forest soon though. The hunters would be catching up. The young witch scanned the forest for animal tracks and any other tell-tale sign of animal life and it wasn't long before he saw two little hares munching away on some grass. His mouth instantly watered. It wasn't a lot of meat, but it was something and his stomach was clenching in its need for sustenance.
Luka extended his hand slowly and focused his magic on the two creatures. "Yepurasu inima apreste," he whispered, intending on stopping their heart from beating. Instantly, the two little thing suddenly became rigid before dropping to the side. The young witch glanced around to ensure no one else was there before he hurried over to the rabbits and picked them up. Smaller creatures like this succumbed to spells like this so easily, making their death quick and humane. Luka never liked to torture anything.
Luka hurried back to his 'camp' and sat down with his catch. He set Stardust down and the little cat curled up beside him as he began to maneuver the logs he had collected earlier and went about starting a small fire. Having a little fire now was dangerous considering the light and smoke it would give off, but he didn't have a choice. He needed to eat and he wasn't a fire witch; he couldn't cook his food without it. When he finally had a little flame going, he began to skin his snack. "This is a small snack, my dear but once we eat this, we'll be on the road again. I am sure there will be other animals we will come across on our way out. I don't want to be here too much longer," he explained to his cat.