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by Rache on Fri Apr 13, 2007 11:46 am
Damien stood on the edge of a mountain cliff, colorless eyes watching the white clouds above him in pondering thought. A slight wind started up, ruffling his feathers as his mom used to do when she came to visit...
But not anymore.
He fingered the long bow in his hands with calloused fingers, switching his gaze from up above to down below.
Hunting had never given him any trouble, but today...
Today, everything seemed to want to stay home and sleep...
Sighing, he sat cross-legged, the leather leggings he wore bunching at the knees. He had worn sandals today, but even that didn't really keep his feet from being cut by the rocks.
Damien notched a green-feathered arrow and aimed it up at an angle.
Since there seemed to be nothing to do up here, why not just shoot the arrow and follow it wherever it went?
That would at least give him something to do...
He gazed down the sight and aimed at a cloud he thought looked like a bird, then loosed it with a smile.
The arrow soared up, a wooden bolt of lightning, before arcing, arcing, arcing down to thud somewhere into the forest below.
The smile on Damien's face was immediately replaced by a frown.
Hunt for an arrow in the forest?
Huffing, Damien stood up with a solemn smirk and brandished his wings like two rays of light exploding from his back. He waited for a silght wind to puff up and then threw himself over the cliff.
He was falling...
Falling fast...
Damien arched his wings, catching the air like wind into sails. He soared for a short distance before catching a thermal and heading up, circling as he tried to remember in what square mile of forest his arrow had landed.
Curse it! It had been a perfectly good arrow too!
As he augmented in height and anxiety, he glanced around at the cold blue sky around him. Quite a few meters away, he could see a falcon circling as he did, but in search for a meal, not a stupid little stick of flint and feathers and...
Well...
Damien halted to a hover as his stomach growled and he moaned.
He was hungry too...
Forcing himself to push the thought of missed meals and prey away, Damien crushed his wings together and dove towards the forest near the coast.
Maybe... if he couldn't find his arrow... he could at least find some rabbits that... lived by the coast?
Damien shook his head.
Rabbits didn't live by the coast...
But fish lived in the water...
Maybe he could catch some...
So into his thoughts was he that Damien didn't pull up in time to avoid crashing into a tree branch. Yelping, he tumbled down to the forest floor as his wings cocooned him in a little safety blanket of feathers.
Crashing down. Leaves exploding up. Slight pain in the shoulders.
Damien groaned as he extracted himself from the mess of his wings and bow. His leg was bleeding where his rapier had crushed into his thigh.
Ow...
Damien cracked a kink out of his neck with a glare at the leaves under him.
Hungry, hurt, bleeding...
At least his wings were fine...
He started stalking through the black trunks that dispersed to zigzags of broken wood above, sprouting green tendrils called 'leaves'. Damien wasn't so used to the forest, but he knew one thing...
If in need of herbs slash medicine slash prey, go to the forest.
Just watch out for the Hunters.
Silently, he stopped as he heard a crack up ahead and drew another arrow from the quiver lodged betwixt his wings. He drew it, but waited for whatever was coming to come...
A small squirrel.
That was it?
Sighing inwardly, Damien sighted with a narrowed eye, blowing puffs of air up his cheek to dislodge a lock of hair covering his right eye.
When he had a good shot, he loosed.
The arrow smacked into the squirrel's head, pinning it to a tree as small bits of brain matter and gore started falling from the decimated squirrel.
Damien smiled grimly and, walking over, yanked the arrow out and picked the squirrel up by its bushy oversized tail.
Great.
Meat.
Taking some rope he had wound around his waist, he knotted up the squirrel and continued with the small prey thrown over his shoulder.
He was hungrier than just what a squirrel could supply.
Maybe he could find something at the coast.
Some washed up fish for example? Even though that was too much to hope for.
Damien paused and thought.
Would it be better to take his squirrel back up to his little cave in the mountainside and eat it and starve, or continue and find something else to eat too?
Damien's stomach growled again, and his mind was set.
Continue and find something else to eat.
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