Post by Tathar Seregon on Jun 26, 2009 13:18:30 GMT -5
Andre Tavoll
Firey Irish Desires
Rembrant "Styx" Devereaux
Tathar Seregon
Location: The Forest
Time: two hours after sunrise
More work. He made a face and scratched the scruff that had begun to shadow his jaw. He'd most likely shave it all off later that day, after he was done with the arduous task set before him. Ugh. How he hated work! But...it was one of the clauses for being able to own his own shop, so...as much as he NEVER thought he'd say this, he was rather enjoying being a shopkeeper. To see his creations--things his lovely big hands had crafted--lining shelves, selling, earning him a living, well...those things did something to a man. Still, he couldn't very well be a carpenter without supplies...and such, here he was at the crack of dawn, in an odd summer drizzle, in the middle of the forest, axe in hand, glaring in perplexion at the tree before him. He had no idea where to even begin. He had picked this tree because of its size...it would make some decent sized trunks, which seemed something of a commodity around these parts, and the bark could be treated to make a pretty good basket for Ita. Sighing, already weary from the th ought of what was to come, he used those sexy shoulders to heft the axe up far behind him, and brought it arching down towards the tree.
Bad idea.
The axe flew free from his hand, hit the bark of the tree and sent it flying everywhere, and clattered to the ground. Andre, having overestimated the force necessary, was now doubled up in pain, nearly sinking to his knees from the agony ripping through his protesting back muscles. He let out a low grunt and sank to his knees, not even caring if anyone saw him or not. There was tooooo much ache to care.
Slowly, oh so painfully slowly, he stood back up. This was not going to be pleasant. So, he stripped off his shirt and mopped the sweat that was coating his forehead away. His hands found the axe and he took a swing again, this time a lot more gingerly. He managed to break through the bark, but that was just about it. God, it was going to be a long day.
Hearing something strange for the first time I wake up in the forest. Silver pools searching as ears listen carefully to the cries of a nearby tree. A sadness came to my heart so suddenly. I didn't understand what was wrong and why the tree was crying in such great pain. I stand and begin to walk around. My wings flat against my back for the first time within a forest. As I get closer the tree's pain fills me even more. It was then that I seen you trying to cut it down. I move quickly and go to stand in front of the tree hoping and praying that you would stop and actually see me there.
And then, quite suddenly, though he heard no sign of her approach, Ita was before him. He let out a strangled cry, his brown eyes widening with alarm as he tried to stop the swing, but it was tooooo late, too latetoolatetoolate, he was going to strike her where she stood, but then, thankfully at the last moment the fulcrum of his swing spun him around and the axe head buried itself into the bark a good several inches, just missing hitting her square in the face. The axe warbled threateningly as he, in another cry of agony, once again sank to his knees in pain.
"Lord, Ita! What the DEVIL are you doin?"[/b][/u]
Remy took his swords and his bow with him. He had made a few arrows the prior day as he sat outside the tavern and drank and smoked until he was content. He had a total of 15 arrows…and he planned on making every single one of them count. And effectively count at that. He would find a way to open up his own business, a place where he could eat the finest of foods that this land did and didn’t have, and the finest of nearby lands outside the forest. The good thing is that he carried on him the arrowhead compass, the bowl, and a canteen of water beside all his hunting gear. This was good because, he had been lost in this place before and he knew that if he found himself that way again, then he would be able to find his way out of that situation. So, he slowly crept through the forest, his hat shading his eyes from the blinding sun that came through the gaps of the trees, and held his bow, steady, a hand holding an arrow firmly.
Watching you take that swing I looked to you unafraid. If it was time for me to fight I would. My hair was slightly changed from silver to blonde. Preparing for my fire if I needed it I just watch as the swing came in. Silver hues looking with sadness as I feel my heart nearly jump right out of my chest. I then realized the axe came close to my head it was then I fell to my knees and looked to you. My right hand reaching out to you calmly and yet shaking like a leaf on a windy day. A warm whisper upon the wind as I speak out to you. "Andre... why are ye striking the tree? Do ye naught feel it's pain?"[/u] [/b]
he could only gasp for air for a few moments, then, when she knelt beside him, he lunged at her suddenly, not grabbing her but covering the distance between them easily. His teeth were grit and his eyes glittered dangerously.
"Pain? PAIN? Ita, I could've killed you! Lordy!"
Instead of drawing back, he seemed even more incensed and leant forward, nearly right in her face.
"I couldn't possibly care less about the tree--a man's got to make a living somehow, and mine just so happens to be carpentry. No tree means no wood, which means no trade, and no trade means no food, and right now, that's what's important. Its not like the damned thing can press charges before the court or anything."[/b][/u]
Remy grinned as he happened to see a squirrel coming through the trees and he quickly shot the arrow, aiming for its head, but decided to keep the brain intact, some people enjoyed that part and even though he wanted an instant kill, he would rather go ahead and make some profit off the little guy. The arrow struck him to the ground and pinned him up. He died almost instantly, so noise other than a small squeak. He took the arrow and the squirrel and put them in a large sack that he carried on his back, quickly tying it shut that the scent wouldn’t get out. He had to make sure that the smell of death was little to none. He had more of them to hunt.
Seeing those teeth and eyes they way were now I lean back as you close in the distance between us. I had never seen an axe before let alone knew what they were for. Your words were harsh as I listened. Though I understood what you spoke of about making a living. I used to have a job until the fateful day in Enchantica that the tavern was burned down and I was blamed for it. Looking to you now nearly in tears I lower my head in sadness. Not because of the tree but because I made you upset. I seemed to do everything wrong and it was never intentional. "I... I... am sorry..."[/u] [/b]
A deer would catch scent of the dead squirrel as he passed by a breeze, and as the deer panicked and galloped off he would rapid fire 3 arrows, two of them hitting the animal in the head. One landing in hi his eye, one missing it completely, and the other right behind his ear, right into his skull. The poor thing had no chance. And he couldn’t fit that in his back. But he knew it would give him some money, and he could grill it up if he could find a place after going to hunt outside this forest. The deer would land dead right in front of Andre and Ita.
Her apology only seemed to incense him further, but he managed to barely keep it reined in. Emotional control was not one of his or his families stronger suits. He rocked back on his haunches, sounding very weary.
"No, don't apologize. Pray, forgive me. I quite lost my temper. I did not mean to offend."
He was going to go on, but at that moment the deer came crashing down dead next to them. Andre felt an odd mix of alarm, pity for the creature, and...yes, though he wouldn't admit it, admiration for the shots. But he leapt to his feet and began attempting to tug the axe free from the tree, to use it to defend himself if need be.
Hearing Andre's words I look to him. Slowly my right hand moves towards his cheek as he spoke to me. Already forgiving his harshness and a smile would caress my lips for a moment. That was until a deer suddenly landed in front of us. Silver hues looked to it. My heart felt torn apart and suddenly I jump up and begin to tremble. Tears rolling down my cheeks as I became hysterical. Though containing the anger and my own fire as it frightened me more than angered me. Seeing this done for the first time by a man made weapon I fear now for my own life. As I was a part of nature and I di not wish to be hunted at all.
Alright, the moon phase was growing ever closer, and dangerously so. There were two who needed to have their respective appointments with Pandora and recieve their cloaks, but given the short time limit allowed he could give them their cloaks as well as the basic rundown of the rules associated with NightWorld until they could appear at a decent enough time to meet with the Master of the City themselves. But right now he could only scent one of them..Styx, he believed was the one of pirating profession, and the scent trail, while growing cold, was easy to follow, and it would appear that it was leading toward the forest. Now what, exactly, did he need out there at this time of day...? He would have to go and see, as well as let him know to come by the Tower as soon as possible, and so his footfalls led him from the square and toward the treeline, cutting through the village proper beforehand.
Remy glanced over to see the two of them arguing by his dead deer and one of them spotting it and grabbing an axe. He happened to see a few birds in the trees, watching the entire thing. He grabbed two arrows and grinned. He didn’t seem to worry about the two of them at the moment as he shot off two arrows, both of them hitting a branch above the nest. It seemed those small birdies would keep their parents. He sighed and thought about going and getting the eggs so he could make a late breakfast. He glanced back over at the two of them getting all jumpy and shook his head. He hummed a tune and walked over to the carcass, not really worried about retaliation. It wasn’t like it was their pet, or anything.
”Sorry about that…if you want some for dinner, I will have to find a spot to clean and skin it….this one will taste good I think….Hell, deer steak is probably he best eating this time of year….and I got to get my Butchery shop open…eh… whatever you call it.”
He walked over to the dead deer that must have been extremely heavy and grinned, grabbing it with one arm and pulling it on his shoulder, the blood dripping from the head behind him as he headed for town. He fiured a squirrel for supper and a deer for business… maybe their hides for clothing or some kind of attire if he made it right… and the bones of the deer…well… he was sure there were some dogs or maybe some kids that could play with some home made swords.. he would find a profit in anything he got off the deer.
Finally he managed to unstick the axe, casting a sympathetic look at Ita, then narrowing his eyes at Styx. He walked over to the woman, not nearly as stringent about being polite as most of Krissie's other characters, and wrapped those muscly arms right around her, not noticing in his irritation her wings.
"There, there, Ita. Like I said earlier, man's gotta eat..."
But he lost his train of thought as the man hefted up the carcass as though it were nothing. A good shot, and obviously very strong...something didn't seem right about that, somehow. Still, it was not for him to ponder. He had more important things to worry about. He turned Ita to face him and gently raised his rough, callused fingers to wipe away her tears.
"Nevermind now, he's going...and I think he'll get his comuppance when the people of the town see him strolling easily through it with such a find."[/b][/u]
My eyes remained on the fallen deer on the ground in front of me. That was until I felt Andre's arms wrap around me. Luckily my wings were flat against my back and recieved no damage at all to them. I beging to calm down as he speaks to me. I give a nod while silver hues glance to him for a moment. I understood about having to eat. But I was still frightened about whom killed the deer would try to come for me as well considering I was part of nature. Feeling safe in his arms I look to Styx as he comes up to the deer and speaks. A look of shock comes across my face as he suggests that I could eat the thing for dinner if I chose to join in. My stomach felt ill suddenly and I look towards this other while he lifts the deer. His scent being taken in and knowing now he wasn't human. I stay close to Andre and look to him. My face now paler then it was before. I wasn't looking very well at all.
As he broke free of the village itself and crossed the short expanse between it and the trees he felt awash with a tingling sensation....It felt odd, but he was quite used to it by now as he had made this journey back and forth several times now. His large and lumbering form moved with an odd kind of grace...almost fluid and catlike as he moved through the trees and brush that grew out here, the scent of blood meeting his nostrils. He scented to be sure, and kept moving at his normal pace as it seemed to be that of deer rather than that of a human, so he had nothing to worry about some NightWorlder going rogue. It was not long before he heard voices as well as saw movement between the trees, and he scented once more while he was still relatively hidden by leaves and branches. Human.....lycan, so Styx was out and about out here after all...and there was one more that he could not very well place...Something he'd smelled before while travelling through forests and whatnot...Was it Fae...? Their scent was always slightly challenging to distinguish, as they more often than not scented so very much like the forests they called home, but he was sure that was it and he stepped forward, making a point to make noise as he did so. As far as the Fae and human needed to know he was but a normal human, after all. But his expression darkened visibly, fury boiling within him as he caught sight of Styx carrying the deer on his shoulder as if it were nothing. Did he wish to expose them all...? As he spoke his voice was tinged with rage, not paying the other two any mind at the moment. No, his attention was on the hyena-man right now.
"Greetings, Styx. That looks awfully heavy. Surely you don't mean to try and carry it to the village all on your own, do you? After all, we wouldn't want you to...injure....yourself." [/b][/color]
He waited just long enough to calm her down, then hastily dropped his arms and took a few steps after Styx. He meant to challenge the man on how he was capable of carrying the thing, but just at that moment the blacksmith joined the little trio. He groaned inwardly and stepped back towards Ita, fighting to keep his voice calm.
"Ah yes, as admirable as I find your good eye, quick reflexes, AND amazing strength, I surely did not believe you would be able to carry that beast all the way back on your own."
HE, of course, had not intended to help the man, but he didn't need to speak that.
Calming now as Andre held me and then walked away once I was I watched him go after Styx. I said nothing at the moment. Smelling the scent of another enter the forest I remained where I was for a moment. Then realizing the other wasn't human either I move forward. As I did silver roses with flaming red tips grew in my wake. It was a gift to the earth and the owner of the land given upon a royal fae. Since the hunter left nothing in return for taking his prize this would be my gift for him.
He had heard the comment of the man and couldn’t help but grin as his back faced them. He had a squirrel and a deer. That was worth celebrating. He grabbed a small bottle at his side and unscrewed it as he headed toward the square, remembering the rule he was told. ‘Don’t bring attention to yourself…’ He was small, and the deer was big. He didn’t want to drag the thing in the dirt, so he had to think about it for a minute. Maybe he could…? He dropped it on a stump after getting only a few steps and sighed, glancing at Master.…well that is what he called him. He had no idea what his real name was… Then he would remind Remy of the heaviness of the thing.
”Whew…. That thing is heavy….you are right, blacksmith…but I wouldn’t want to have these fine people help me when they are probably animal lovers… so I figured I would… ah..oww.”
And then the other man would pipe in, and under his breath, he growled, not audibly as the guy walked up behind him. He had to get used to these rules and what not, but he would play it off. He had been caught by the law before, and so He had to do something….because afterall, he would be in trouble if he did draw attention at such a abnormal thing. He faked a back spasm. That is correct. He literally, stretched his body as he held his back and made a few bones pop, tensing his body up.
Not many normal people could carry a deer at full weight that had not been gutted and skinned, but he had not thought of that. He looked at it laying on the stump and sighed, continuing to stretch a little bit.
”I think if I trim it up here…even though that would be hard on that little one’s eyes….I would be able to get it back home easier…”
He glanced at Ita, and nodded, looking sympathetically. Taking out a small dagger, he cut the stomach open and let the guts fall out on the ground. It was a waste. He could eat some of those things. But he knew most people wouldn’t eat them. And he wasn’t eating it…nope… he was selling it to the tavern and possibly the hide to the seamstress….(not to mention saving his ass)He scratched his head, smiling to himself as the smell was absolutely beautiful. He wasn’t appalled at all by it, because he enjoyed the smell of rotting meat, or any meat for that matter. He could play it off. He decided to take a seat…. To ‘rest his back’.
Oh, how he longed to just....but no. Temper, Andre. He shook his head, distaste evident on his face. He might be a drunkard and a louse, but he at least had TACT.
"Ita, I'm sorry you had to witness this...unfortunate encounter. Pray, I will find a way to make it up to you this evening, and make you forget all about this ghastly affair. For now, I must return to my shop, as I have a slight...debt...to pay the smithy, But if you wish at sunset, I'll have what I hope to be a most pleasant surprise for you."
He smiled his normal roguish smile to her, narrowed his eyes at Remy, but nodded to the smithy.
"Good day to you." ((lame exit, but its gotta be done. Ya'll have fun, I'll be back in a bit."
Hearing everything within the forest I felt very sad and frightened to say the least. This hunter seemed to feel sorry for me in a way as he spoke to the new comer. I knew men had to eat but seeing the cruelty now even more of man kind since it wasn't quite nature I really began to feel more ill. I heard Andre's words to me and would give him a nod. I would most definitely go to see him again this eve. Silver orbs widened as Andre left and I was still watching the hunter butcher that poor deer. I held my stomach rather quickly. Feeling dizzy now I stumble forward. No longer did the roses grow. I dropped to my knees a few feet away as I move my hands to my head. I had no idea what was happening to me.... it felt so strange. Seeing teh guts drop to the floor I look to the two men standing there in the forest... fighting to keep from passing out as my skin grows more pale.
Oh he was well aware of Andre standing right there...he would get to him in a moment. After all, today was the deadline for his remaining balance at the smithy for the tools he had ordered, and while the coin was important to him, the fact that Styx could very well expose them all for what they were was far more important at the moment. All lycans in the realm were required to act as human as possible, and that meant adhering to physical limitations based on size, and by the man's size it was almost impossible, by human standards, to carry the deer very far at all. Of course it would be acceptable for him to lift it, but he would not be able to go far before he would have to set it down...And that could be played off to the others as sheer pride in the face of others. A foolish concept, but it could work rather well, but whether the lycan would get that oh so subtle hint in his voice remained to be seen, at least until he set it down on the stump and feigned slight injury. So he remembered the quick lesson on the rules from before, had he? That was good. That meant that no real disciplinary action was required. And as he moved to begin the process of cleaning the beast his nose twitched, the scent of raw flesh and blood meeting his nostrils, and he wanted to dive right in. But control was a key factor in every day life here, so he simply stood and watched, giving a curt nod to Andre as he moved off, glad that he seemed to remember his debt. At least he wasn't feigning ignorance to the fact, and that was respectable enough. The reaction to the Fae was...almost comical. It was odd how they were so innocent in every way, and were thoroughly appalled when the most basic part of nature took place. Death was commonplace in the world, and everything had to eat, be it birds and mice or the very wolves. It was a vicious circle that took place everywhere, no matter the race or species. Even the plants joined into the fray, feasting upon the remains of carnage to pursue their own goals of growing and living.
"Quite alright. Do try to be more careful in the future."
His eyes narrowed right back on the one that had gave him the look. It was a good thing that he had not smiled. He was easily irritable at this moment. It could have been the moon coming up and the fact that animal rights activists pissed him off. As the top of the food chain, right under Tathar and right above vampires and humans, he figured that when it came down to it… it was Master, Tathar… then him… then everyone else. And that was what was going on in his mind as he lit up his pipe, still holding his hand to his back, groaning a little. The only thing hurting him at the moment was his pride. He looked to her reaction and nodded.
”I apologize for that, little one… but I am working on feeding those of us that require more than just green to live…..and so I have to kill some animals to do that…it’s either me, who’s quick and effective, or someone who would let them feel pain and suffer slowly.”
In truth, he was just usually a good shot. But it would help prove his point, and that point was that ‘a man’s gotta eat.’ He didn’t want to do too much more to the deer with her there, because it was making him hungry and he would have to pack it up in small bags that he carried, including some of the more gross parts for his lycan brothers….including Tathar. Seeing him there, wide eyed…he thought that he might could barter for some blades that he could use in cutting and severing.
I understood what was going on. Food was indeed a necessity for all to live. But I didn't understand why I was feeling so ill at the moment. As a fae I knew what death was and as a druid I knew what it meant to substain life. But perhaps I had never seen it done before me aside from nature being teh cause of one's death. I try to move towards you both and yet couldn't. The sight of blood and it's scent made me feel even worse. Silver hues searching for help without words at teh moment. I am a young fae and still learning about life itself. Again I reach out and struggle with my sickness to watch.
As Styx lit his pipe he began to think of his own ivory piece, making a mental note to go to the nearest realm soon to retrieve more tobacco, as his own supply was dwindling. While the addictive effects of it did not apply to himself, or Styx for that matter, he quite enjoyed the scent, taste, and feeling in his throat and lungs as he smoked. It was...relaxing...and it made him appear quite human and relatable to the mortals wherever he went. He was just a simple working man who enjoyed a pipe now and again...People thought that a good quality in enough places...As for bartering for some blades, he might just consider it. After the moon phase, of course, as tomorrow night promised to be quite fulfilling in the way of meat. Should the hyena choose to show, after the change they were all treated to live prey...something that cold meat did not come anywhere close to comparing. He had to admire the man's accuracy, though. Two shots to the head. The beast had gone down without a single feeling of pain. Quick...efficient...He had never been partial to the bow. His age showed his methods of hunting as a more...hands on method...But that was when he hunted for himself. It would look rather odd for him to drag a beast back with a broken neck without any other wounds, after all. His gaze then turned to the young Fae and her struggle with what appeared to be keeping the contents of her stomach where they were rather than the forest floor, and he raised an eyebrow slowly at her.
"I do hope you are well, lass. And Styx, you have an appointment to keep at the Tower. Do not miss it."[/b][/u]
Her sympathy for animals and her weak stomach was amusing, but he would let no smile crease his lips. He had to act this one off. He could still remember when he first met Master aside from Tathar. That is why he would cough a little bit as he smoked. He sighed. Yep. That was a moment in itself. He glanced up to Tathar before looking back at her. As the thought was brought up, he almost tapped himself on the head and nodded. He had completely forgot about it. Things kept coming up, and now that he had just thought about the first meeting…eh…. Good thing Master wasn’t there…
”Right… when is this meeting, eh? I might bring some food by for that door keeper guy and for you….that and I still haven’t got my spar from that Hajia lady…bleh…”
He remained seated beside the carcass and the guts, thinking to himself of why he needed a cloak, why he needed to be there for the full moon. He knew what happened on the full moon. He became a wild bloodthirsty hyena that wanted to attack and eat any human or small animal that got near him. This was actually probably the most fun day he had here. Hunting…killing….watching a deer fall down without a chance… a squirrel being pinned to the ground… He really wanted to smile and to laugh, but he couldn’t. He was required to act like he was sorry he killed the thing.
"I do naught feel so well, m'lord." I reply to Tathar. Of course since I had never met the man before I wouldn't know his name. But his scent was strong. I could taste, smell and feel everything in the forest. Though thoughts were another thing entirely. I had no idea you both enjoyed teh scent of the blood as it was affecting me rather harshly for some reason. I go to stand again and walk towards you both. Yes, the love of the forest and all of nature was within me but I knew some things were part of life. I didn't understand alot for being so young. Slowly I walk towards you both. My hair turning to silver again and my face getting more pale as I stayed here. I didn't want to go though. I wanted to talk but it made me feel so badly. No act needed to be done in front of me. I wasn't human after all. I had seen shapeshifters, vampires and yes even were-wolves. In fact I had a brother who was one. Feeling dizzy again I fall rather suddenly to my knees and look to you both.[/color]
He noticed that Tathar didn’t respond too quickly, so he figured since he had something on his mind and the little lady was looking sick, he would have to clean up the thing while she wasn’t looking and perhaps put it all up and place it all in the bags within the sack in which the squirrel was in.
“Well…maybe I should get this settled and put away so you don’t have to smell it and you can walk into town with us… eh? ”
Looking it over as he stood up, still smoking the pipe, groaning a little bit, he nodded.
”Can you look away for a little bit while I…uh…. Get this little guy ready to carry?”
"I am nae sure I can walk right now... I seem to be weak again. I will do my best to come though as long as ye promise naught to kill me too." I replied softly. The words I spoke came upon the wind in a little warmth towards your ears. If any knew how strong a fae was they could tell I was rather weak at the moment. Then again just the sight of me one could tell. I turn my head so I do not have to see what you are doing to that poor deer. I also tried to focus on something... but what? Ah, I had it! The ever so handsome face of that human. He was rough around the edges but he reminded me so much of Torin and his looks... well my thoughts would picture on him for this moment even though I still felt very ill. [/color]
Taking the dagger to cut pieces of meat from different section of the animal and place them in small bags and then the bones in other bags, and then finally leaving the organs, he made quick work of all of it, rolling the skin and fur up like parchment, placing it in a bag and his bloody gloves in another one. They were all tossed into the sack that was completely tied up and sealed that the smell wouldn’t leave…. But that oh so glorious smell would await him after all the heat and traveling once he got to where he had to be. The good thing about this sack was that it was magically blessed by an ice elemental. He usually used it for his food, but at least he knew the thing wouldn’t cause his food the spoil, even if the smell would linger inside. After finishing, he glanced between her and Tathar, putting his pipe out, shaking the embers onto the dirt below him and stomping it out.
”Well… I guess the further we get from all this blood and junk, the more the smell will leave… shall we?”
In truth, that smell had already left as soon as he tied the bag… but he could still smell it. And he still loved it passionately. He picked up the sack and groaned a little. Letting the bones in his vertebrae pop back into place as he picked up the lighter much easier carrying sack of things, and placed his pipe in his pocket.
While pondering the thought of seeing Andre's face in my mind I waited patiently for you to finish up cleaning the deer. Even with the smell gone as you tied the bag I still felt rather ill. I look to you as you speak out once more. I give a nod and begin to stand once more. Knees wobbling a bit as I forced myself to remain standing. Silver orbs searching you and then looking to the body of the deer. I wondered quietly if you were just going to leave the poor thing there out in the open. What was left could be used for many things. Even I knew this. Perhaps it was time I got a new dress as well. I still wore the dress that had been torn by stones that had been thrown at me some time ago.
He smiled to himself, having ignored the bit about killing her, being that wasn’t anywhere in his mind as he looked to the organs. He could use them, but it was “heavy”. So he would have to leave the heavy parts and take only the past that could be sold…for food… for clothing… and for…well bones could be used for something, he was sure. He nodded and led her to the village outside of the forest. He knew that if he left her there, she would probably puke a lot, may get lost, and possible would have that carpenter guy who gave him a look that was still pissing him off…. A hissy fit. And he didn’t need that kind of trouble. Not with the cloak he had to get tonight and the moon being there within the next day, and the hunger in his stomach.
”Shall we?”
Since you left the rest of the deer alone I would wiggle my fingers a little. Silver roses with red flame tips would grow upon green vines and surround the dead carcass. Satisfied with that I knew it would at least be safe and unseen now from others. It would also leave a mark there for you if you had the desire to come back and get the rest of it. Following him out of the forest I would give a nod of my head. "Aye." [/b]I replied and continued to walk along with you. [/color]
Firey Irish Desires
Rembrant "Styx" Devereaux
Tathar Seregon
Location: The Forest
Time: two hours after sunrise
More work. He made a face and scratched the scruff that had begun to shadow his jaw. He'd most likely shave it all off later that day, after he was done with the arduous task set before him. Ugh. How he hated work! But...it was one of the clauses for being able to own his own shop, so...as much as he NEVER thought he'd say this, he was rather enjoying being a shopkeeper. To see his creations--things his lovely big hands had crafted--lining shelves, selling, earning him a living, well...those things did something to a man. Still, he couldn't very well be a carpenter without supplies...and such, here he was at the crack of dawn, in an odd summer drizzle, in the middle of the forest, axe in hand, glaring in perplexion at the tree before him. He had no idea where to even begin. He had picked this tree because of its size...it would make some decent sized trunks, which seemed something of a commodity around these parts, and the bark could be treated to make a pretty good basket for Ita. Sighing, already weary from the th ought of what was to come, he used those sexy shoulders to heft the axe up far behind him, and brought it arching down towards the tree.
Bad idea.
The axe flew free from his hand, hit the bark of the tree and sent it flying everywhere, and clattered to the ground. Andre, having overestimated the force necessary, was now doubled up in pain, nearly sinking to his knees from the agony ripping through his protesting back muscles. He let out a low grunt and sank to his knees, not even caring if anyone saw him or not. There was tooooo much ache to care.
Slowly, oh so painfully slowly, he stood back up. This was not going to be pleasant. So, he stripped off his shirt and mopped the sweat that was coating his forehead away. His hands found the axe and he took a swing again, this time a lot more gingerly. He managed to break through the bark, but that was just about it. God, it was going to be a long day.
Hearing something strange for the first time I wake up in the forest. Silver pools searching as ears listen carefully to the cries of a nearby tree. A sadness came to my heart so suddenly. I didn't understand what was wrong and why the tree was crying in such great pain. I stand and begin to walk around. My wings flat against my back for the first time within a forest. As I get closer the tree's pain fills me even more. It was then that I seen you trying to cut it down. I move quickly and go to stand in front of the tree hoping and praying that you would stop and actually see me there. And then, quite suddenly, though he heard no sign of her approach, Ita was before him. He let out a strangled cry, his brown eyes widening with alarm as he tried to stop the swing, but it was tooooo late, too latetoolatetoolate, he was going to strike her where she stood, but then, thankfully at the last moment the fulcrum of his swing spun him around and the axe head buried itself into the bark a good several inches, just missing hitting her square in the face. The axe warbled threateningly as he, in another cry of agony, once again sank to his knees in pain.
"Lord, Ita! What the DEVIL are you doin?"[/b][/u]
Remy took his swords and his bow with him. He had made a few arrows the prior day as he sat outside the tavern and drank and smoked until he was content. He had a total of 15 arrows…and he planned on making every single one of them count. And effectively count at that. He would find a way to open up his own business, a place where he could eat the finest of foods that this land did and didn’t have, and the finest of nearby lands outside the forest. The good thing is that he carried on him the arrowhead compass, the bowl, and a canteen of water beside all his hunting gear. This was good because, he had been lost in this place before and he knew that if he found himself that way again, then he would be able to find his way out of that situation. So, he slowly crept through the forest, his hat shading his eyes from the blinding sun that came through the gaps of the trees, and held his bow, steady, a hand holding an arrow firmly. Watching you take that swing I looked to you unafraid. If it was time for me to fight I would. My hair was slightly changed from silver to blonde. Preparing for my fire if I needed it I just watch as the swing came in. Silver hues looking with sadness as I feel my heart nearly jump right out of my chest. I then realized the axe came close to my head it was then I fell to my knees and looked to you. My right hand reaching out to you calmly and yet shaking like a leaf on a windy day. A warm whisper upon the wind as I speak out to you. "Andre... why are ye striking the tree? Do ye naught feel it's pain?"[/u] [/b]he could only gasp for air for a few moments, then, when she knelt beside him, he lunged at her suddenly, not grabbing her but covering the distance between them easily. His teeth were grit and his eyes glittered dangerously.
"Pain? PAIN? Ita, I could've killed you! Lordy!"
Instead of drawing back, he seemed even more incensed and leant forward, nearly right in her face.
"I couldn't possibly care less about the tree--a man's got to make a living somehow, and mine just so happens to be carpentry. No tree means no wood, which means no trade, and no trade means no food, and right now, that's what's important. Its not like the damned thing can press charges before the court or anything."[/b][/u]
Remy grinned as he happened to see a squirrel coming through the trees and he quickly shot the arrow, aiming for its head, but decided to keep the brain intact, some people enjoyed that part and even though he wanted an instant kill, he would rather go ahead and make some profit off the little guy. The arrow struck him to the ground and pinned him up. He died almost instantly, so noise other than a small squeak. He took the arrow and the squirrel and put them in a large sack that he carried on his back, quickly tying it shut that the scent wouldn’t get out. He had to make sure that the smell of death was little to none. He had more of them to hunt. Seeing those teeth and eyes they way were now I lean back as you close in the distance between us. I had never seen an axe before let alone knew what they were for. Your words were harsh as I listened. Though I understood what you spoke of about making a living. I used to have a job until the fateful day in Enchantica that the tavern was burned down and I was blamed for it. Looking to you now nearly in tears I lower my head in sadness. Not because of the tree but because I made you upset. I seemed to do everything wrong and it was never intentional. "I... I... am sorry..."[/u] [/b]A deer would catch scent of the dead squirrel as he passed by a breeze, and as the deer panicked and galloped off he would rapid fire 3 arrows, two of them hitting the animal in the head. One landing in hi his eye, one missing it completely, and the other right behind his ear, right into his skull. The poor thing had no chance. And he couldn’t fit that in his back. But he knew it would give him some money, and he could grill it up if he could find a place after going to hunt outside this forest. The deer would land dead right in front of Andre and Ita. Her apology only seemed to incense him further, but he managed to barely keep it reined in. Emotional control was not one of his or his families stronger suits. He rocked back on his haunches, sounding very weary.
"No, don't apologize. Pray, forgive me. I quite lost my temper. I did not mean to offend."
He was going to go on, but at that moment the deer came crashing down dead next to them. Andre felt an odd mix of alarm, pity for the creature, and...yes, though he wouldn't admit it, admiration for the shots. But he leapt to his feet and began attempting to tug the axe free from the tree, to use it to defend himself if need be.
Hearing Andre's words I look to him. Slowly my right hand moves towards his cheek as he spoke to me. Already forgiving his harshness and a smile would caress my lips for a moment. That was until a deer suddenly landed in front of us. Silver hues looked to it. My heart felt torn apart and suddenly I jump up and begin to tremble. Tears rolling down my cheeks as I became hysterical. Though containing the anger and my own fire as it frightened me more than angered me. Seeing this done for the first time by a man made weapon I fear now for my own life. As I was a part of nature and I di not wish to be hunted at all. Alright, the moon phase was growing ever closer, and dangerously so. There were two who needed to have their respective appointments with Pandora and recieve their cloaks, but given the short time limit allowed he could give them their cloaks as well as the basic rundown of the rules associated with NightWorld until they could appear at a decent enough time to meet with the Master of the City themselves. But right now he could only scent one of them..Styx, he believed was the one of pirating profession, and the scent trail, while growing cold, was easy to follow, and it would appear that it was leading toward the forest. Now what, exactly, did he need out there at this time of day...? He would have to go and see, as well as let him know to come by the Tower as soon as possible, and so his footfalls led him from the square and toward the treeline, cutting through the village proper beforehand. Remy glanced over to see the two of them arguing by his dead deer and one of them spotting it and grabbing an axe. He happened to see a few birds in the trees, watching the entire thing. He grabbed two arrows and grinned. He didn’t seem to worry about the two of them at the moment as he shot off two arrows, both of them hitting a branch above the nest. It seemed those small birdies would keep their parents. He sighed and thought about going and getting the eggs so he could make a late breakfast. He glanced back over at the two of them getting all jumpy and shook his head. He hummed a tune and walked over to the carcass, not really worried about retaliation. It wasn’t like it was their pet, or anything.”Sorry about that…if you want some for dinner, I will have to find a spot to clean and skin it….this one will taste good I think….Hell, deer steak is probably he best eating this time of year….and I got to get my Butchery shop open…eh… whatever you call it.”
He walked over to the dead deer that must have been extremely heavy and grinned, grabbing it with one arm and pulling it on his shoulder, the blood dripping from the head behind him as he headed for town. He fiured a squirrel for supper and a deer for business… maybe their hides for clothing or some kind of attire if he made it right… and the bones of the deer…well… he was sure there were some dogs or maybe some kids that could play with some home made swords.. he would find a profit in anything he got off the deer.
Finally he managed to unstick the axe, casting a sympathetic look at Ita, then narrowing his eyes at Styx. He walked over to the woman, not nearly as stringent about being polite as most of Krissie's other characters, and wrapped those muscly arms right around her, not noticing in his irritation her wings.
"There, there, Ita. Like I said earlier, man's gotta eat..."
But he lost his train of thought as the man hefted up the carcass as though it were nothing. A good shot, and obviously very strong...something didn't seem right about that, somehow. Still, it was not for him to ponder. He had more important things to worry about. He turned Ita to face him and gently raised his rough, callused fingers to wipe away her tears.
"Nevermind now, he's going...and I think he'll get his comuppance when the people of the town see him strolling easily through it with such a find."[/b][/u]
My eyes remained on the fallen deer on the ground in front of me. That was until I felt Andre's arms wrap around me. Luckily my wings were flat against my back and recieved no damage at all to them. I beging to calm down as he speaks to me. I give a nod while silver hues glance to him for a moment. I understood about having to eat. But I was still frightened about whom killed the deer would try to come for me as well considering I was part of nature. Feeling safe in his arms I look to Styx as he comes up to the deer and speaks. A look of shock comes across my face as he suggests that I could eat the thing for dinner if I chose to join in. My stomach felt ill suddenly and I look towards this other while he lifts the deer. His scent being taken in and knowing now he wasn't human. I stay close to Andre and look to him. My face now paler then it was before. I wasn't looking very well at all. As he broke free of the village itself and crossed the short expanse between it and the trees he felt awash with a tingling sensation....It felt odd, but he was quite used to it by now as he had made this journey back and forth several times now. His large and lumbering form moved with an odd kind of grace...almost fluid and catlike as he moved through the trees and brush that grew out here, the scent of blood meeting his nostrils. He scented to be sure, and kept moving at his normal pace as it seemed to be that of deer rather than that of a human, so he had nothing to worry about some NightWorlder going rogue. It was not long before he heard voices as well as saw movement between the trees, and he scented once more while he was still relatively hidden by leaves and branches. Human.....lycan, so Styx was out and about out here after all...and there was one more that he could not very well place...Something he'd smelled before while travelling through forests and whatnot...Was it Fae...? Their scent was always slightly challenging to distinguish, as they more often than not scented so very much like the forests they called home, but he was sure that was it and he stepped forward, making a point to make noise as he did so. As far as the Fae and human needed to know he was but a normal human, after all. But his expression darkened visibly, fury boiling within him as he caught sight of Styx carrying the deer on his shoulder as if it were nothing. Did he wish to expose them all...? As he spoke his voice was tinged with rage, not paying the other two any mind at the moment. No, his attention was on the hyena-man right now."Greetings, Styx. That looks awfully heavy. Surely you don't mean to try and carry it to the village all on your own, do you? After all, we wouldn't want you to...injure....yourself." [/b][/color]
He waited just long enough to calm her down, then hastily dropped his arms and took a few steps after Styx. He meant to challenge the man on how he was capable of carrying the thing, but just at that moment the blacksmith joined the little trio. He groaned inwardly and stepped back towards Ita, fighting to keep his voice calm.
"Ah yes, as admirable as I find your good eye, quick reflexes, AND amazing strength, I surely did not believe you would be able to carry that beast all the way back on your own."
HE, of course, had not intended to help the man, but he didn't need to speak that.
Calming now as Andre held me and then walked away once I was I watched him go after Styx. I said nothing at the moment. Smelling the scent of another enter the forest I remained where I was for a moment. Then realizing the other wasn't human either I move forward. As I did silver roses with flaming red tips grew in my wake. It was a gift to the earth and the owner of the land given upon a royal fae. Since the hunter left nothing in return for taking his prize this would be my gift for him. He had heard the comment of the man and couldn’t help but grin as his back faced them. He had a squirrel and a deer. That was worth celebrating. He grabbed a small bottle at his side and unscrewed it as he headed toward the square, remembering the rule he was told. ‘Don’t bring attention to yourself…’ He was small, and the deer was big. He didn’t want to drag the thing in the dirt, so he had to think about it for a minute. Maybe he could…? He dropped it on a stump after getting only a few steps and sighed, glancing at Master.…well that is what he called him. He had no idea what his real name was… Then he would remind Remy of the heaviness of the thing.”Whew…. That thing is heavy….you are right, blacksmith…but I wouldn’t want to have these fine people help me when they are probably animal lovers… so I figured I would… ah..oww.”
And then the other man would pipe in, and under his breath, he growled, not audibly as the guy walked up behind him. He had to get used to these rules and what not, but he would play it off. He had been caught by the law before, and so He had to do something….because afterall, he would be in trouble if he did draw attention at such a abnormal thing. He faked a back spasm. That is correct. He literally, stretched his body as he held his back and made a few bones pop, tensing his body up.
Not many normal people could carry a deer at full weight that had not been gutted and skinned, but he had not thought of that. He looked at it laying on the stump and sighed, continuing to stretch a little bit.
”I think if I trim it up here…even though that would be hard on that little one’s eyes….I would be able to get it back home easier…”
He glanced at Ita, and nodded, looking sympathetically. Taking out a small dagger, he cut the stomach open and let the guts fall out on the ground. It was a waste. He could eat some of those things. But he knew most people wouldn’t eat them. And he wasn’t eating it…nope… he was selling it to the tavern and possibly the hide to the seamstress….(not to mention saving his ass)He scratched his head, smiling to himself as the smell was absolutely beautiful. He wasn’t appalled at all by it, because he enjoyed the smell of rotting meat, or any meat for that matter. He could play it off. He decided to take a seat…. To ‘rest his back’.
Oh, how he longed to just....but no. Temper, Andre. He shook his head, distaste evident on his face. He might be a drunkard and a louse, but he at least had TACT.
"Ita, I'm sorry you had to witness this...unfortunate encounter. Pray, I will find a way to make it up to you this evening, and make you forget all about this ghastly affair. For now, I must return to my shop, as I have a slight...debt...to pay the smithy, But if you wish at sunset, I'll have what I hope to be a most pleasant surprise for you."
He smiled his normal roguish smile to her, narrowed his eyes at Remy, but nodded to the smithy.
"Good day to you." ((lame exit, but its gotta be done. Ya'll have fun, I'll be back in a bit."
Hearing everything within the forest I felt very sad and frightened to say the least. This hunter seemed to feel sorry for me in a way as he spoke to the new comer. I knew men had to eat but seeing the cruelty now even more of man kind since it wasn't quite nature I really began to feel more ill. I heard Andre's words to me and would give him a nod. I would most definitely go to see him again this eve. Silver orbs widened as Andre left and I was still watching the hunter butcher that poor deer. I held my stomach rather quickly. Feeling dizzy now I stumble forward. No longer did the roses grow. I dropped to my knees a few feet away as I move my hands to my head. I had no idea what was happening to me.... it felt so strange. Seeing teh guts drop to the floor I look to the two men standing there in the forest... fighting to keep from passing out as my skin grows more pale. Oh he was well aware of Andre standing right there...he would get to him in a moment. After all, today was the deadline for his remaining balance at the smithy for the tools he had ordered, and while the coin was important to him, the fact that Styx could very well expose them all for what they were was far more important at the moment. All lycans in the realm were required to act as human as possible, and that meant adhering to physical limitations based on size, and by the man's size it was almost impossible, by human standards, to carry the deer very far at all. Of course it would be acceptable for him to lift it, but he would not be able to go far before he would have to set it down...And that could be played off to the others as sheer pride in the face of others. A foolish concept, but it could work rather well, but whether the lycan would get that oh so subtle hint in his voice remained to be seen, at least until he set it down on the stump and feigned slight injury. So he remembered the quick lesson on the rules from before, had he? That was good. That meant that no real disciplinary action was required. And as he moved to begin the process of cleaning the beast his nose twitched, the scent of raw flesh and blood meeting his nostrils, and he wanted to dive right in. But control was a key factor in every day life here, so he simply stood and watched, giving a curt nod to Andre as he moved off, glad that he seemed to remember his debt. At least he wasn't feigning ignorance to the fact, and that was respectable enough. The reaction to the Fae was...almost comical. It was odd how they were so innocent in every way, and were thoroughly appalled when the most basic part of nature took place. Death was commonplace in the world, and everything had to eat, be it birds and mice or the very wolves. It was a vicious circle that took place everywhere, no matter the race or species. Even the plants joined into the fray, feasting upon the remains of carnage to pursue their own goals of growing and living."Quite alright. Do try to be more careful in the future."
His eyes narrowed right back on the one that had gave him the look. It was a good thing that he had not smiled. He was easily irritable at this moment. It could have been the moon coming up and the fact that animal rights activists pissed him off. As the top of the food chain, right under Tathar and right above vampires and humans, he figured that when it came down to it… it was Master, Tathar… then him… then everyone else. And that was what was going on in his mind as he lit up his pipe, still holding his hand to his back, groaning a little. The only thing hurting him at the moment was his pride. He looked to her reaction and nodded. ”I apologize for that, little one… but I am working on feeding those of us that require more than just green to live…..and so I have to kill some animals to do that…it’s either me, who’s quick and effective, or someone who would let them feel pain and suffer slowly.”
In truth, he was just usually a good shot. But it would help prove his point, and that point was that ‘a man’s gotta eat.’ He didn’t want to do too much more to the deer with her there, because it was making him hungry and he would have to pack it up in small bags that he carried, including some of the more gross parts for his lycan brothers….including Tathar. Seeing him there, wide eyed…he thought that he might could barter for some blades that he could use in cutting and severing.
I understood what was going on. Food was indeed a necessity for all to live. But I didn't understand why I was feeling so ill at the moment. As a fae I knew what death was and as a druid I knew what it meant to substain life. But perhaps I had never seen it done before me aside from nature being teh cause of one's death. I try to move towards you both and yet couldn't. The sight of blood and it's scent made me feel even worse. Silver hues searching for help without words at teh moment. I am a young fae and still learning about life itself. Again I reach out and struggle with my sickness to watch. As Styx lit his pipe he began to think of his own ivory piece, making a mental note to go to the nearest realm soon to retrieve more tobacco, as his own supply was dwindling. While the addictive effects of it did not apply to himself, or Styx for that matter, he quite enjoyed the scent, taste, and feeling in his throat and lungs as he smoked. It was...relaxing...and it made him appear quite human and relatable to the mortals wherever he went. He was just a simple working man who enjoyed a pipe now and again...People thought that a good quality in enough places...As for bartering for some blades, he might just consider it. After the moon phase, of course, as tomorrow night promised to be quite fulfilling in the way of meat. Should the hyena choose to show, after the change they were all treated to live prey...something that cold meat did not come anywhere close to comparing. He had to admire the man's accuracy, though. Two shots to the head. The beast had gone down without a single feeling of pain. Quick...efficient...He had never been partial to the bow. His age showed his methods of hunting as a more...hands on method...But that was when he hunted for himself. It would look rather odd for him to drag a beast back with a broken neck without any other wounds, after all. His gaze then turned to the young Fae and her struggle with what appeared to be keeping the contents of her stomach where they were rather than the forest floor, and he raised an eyebrow slowly at her."I do hope you are well, lass. And Styx, you have an appointment to keep at the Tower. Do not miss it."[/b][/u]
Her sympathy for animals and her weak stomach was amusing, but he would let no smile crease his lips. He had to act this one off. He could still remember when he first met Master aside from Tathar. That is why he would cough a little bit as he smoked. He sighed. Yep. That was a moment in itself. He glanced up to Tathar before looking back at her. As the thought was brought up, he almost tapped himself on the head and nodded. He had completely forgot about it. Things kept coming up, and now that he had just thought about the first meeting…eh…. Good thing Master wasn’t there…”Right… when is this meeting, eh? I might bring some food by for that door keeper guy and for you….that and I still haven’t got my spar from that Hajia lady…bleh…”
He remained seated beside the carcass and the guts, thinking to himself of why he needed a cloak, why he needed to be there for the full moon. He knew what happened on the full moon. He became a wild bloodthirsty hyena that wanted to attack and eat any human or small animal that got near him. This was actually probably the most fun day he had here. Hunting…killing….watching a deer fall down without a chance… a squirrel being pinned to the ground… He really wanted to smile and to laugh, but he couldn’t. He was required to act like he was sorry he killed the thing.
"I do naught feel so well, m'lord." I reply to Tathar. Of course since I had never met the man before I wouldn't know his name. But his scent was strong. I could taste, smell and feel everything in the forest. Though thoughts were another thing entirely. I had no idea you both enjoyed teh scent of the blood as it was affecting me rather harshly for some reason. I go to stand again and walk towards you both. Yes, the love of the forest and all of nature was within me but I knew some things were part of life. I didn't understand alot for being so young. Slowly I walk towards you both. My hair turning to silver again and my face getting more pale as I stayed here. I didn't want to go though. I wanted to talk but it made me feel so badly. No act needed to be done in front of me. I wasn't human after all. I had seen shapeshifters, vampires and yes even were-wolves. In fact I had a brother who was one. Feeling dizzy again I fall rather suddenly to my knees and look to you both.[/color] He noticed that Tathar didn’t respond too quickly, so he figured since he had something on his mind and the little lady was looking sick, he would have to clean up the thing while she wasn’t looking and perhaps put it all up and place it all in the bags within the sack in which the squirrel was in.“Well…maybe I should get this settled and put away so you don’t have to smell it and you can walk into town with us… eh? ”
Looking it over as he stood up, still smoking the pipe, groaning a little bit, he nodded.
”Can you look away for a little bit while I…uh…. Get this little guy ready to carry?”
"I am nae sure I can walk right now... I seem to be weak again. I will do my best to come though as long as ye promise naught to kill me too." I replied softly. The words I spoke came upon the wind in a little warmth towards your ears. If any knew how strong a fae was they could tell I was rather weak at the moment. Then again just the sight of me one could tell. I turn my head so I do not have to see what you are doing to that poor deer. I also tried to focus on something... but what? Ah, I had it! The ever so handsome face of that human. He was rough around the edges but he reminded me so much of Torin and his looks... well my thoughts would picture on him for this moment even though I still felt very ill. [/color]Taking the dagger to cut pieces of meat from different section of the animal and place them in small bags and then the bones in other bags, and then finally leaving the organs, he made quick work of all of it, rolling the skin and fur up like parchment, placing it in a bag and his bloody gloves in another one. They were all tossed into the sack that was completely tied up and sealed that the smell wouldn’t leave…. But that oh so glorious smell would await him after all the heat and traveling once he got to where he had to be. The good thing about this sack was that it was magically blessed by an ice elemental. He usually used it for his food, but at least he knew the thing wouldn’t cause his food the spoil, even if the smell would linger inside. After finishing, he glanced between her and Tathar, putting his pipe out, shaking the embers onto the dirt below him and stomping it out.”Well… I guess the further we get from all this blood and junk, the more the smell will leave… shall we?”
In truth, that smell had already left as soon as he tied the bag… but he could still smell it. And he still loved it passionately. He picked up the sack and groaned a little. Letting the bones in his vertebrae pop back into place as he picked up the lighter much easier carrying sack of things, and placed his pipe in his pocket.
While pondering the thought of seeing Andre's face in my mind I waited patiently for you to finish up cleaning the deer. Even with the smell gone as you tied the bag I still felt rather ill. I look to you as you speak out once more. I give a nod and begin to stand once more. Knees wobbling a bit as I forced myself to remain standing. Silver orbs searching you and then looking to the body of the deer. I wondered quietly if you were just going to leave the poor thing there out in the open. What was left could be used for many things. Even I knew this. Perhaps it was time I got a new dress as well. I still wore the dress that had been torn by stones that had been thrown at me some time ago. He smiled to himself, having ignored the bit about killing her, being that wasn’t anywhere in his mind as he looked to the organs. He could use them, but it was “heavy”. So he would have to leave the heavy parts and take only the past that could be sold…for food… for clothing… and for…well bones could be used for something, he was sure. He nodded and led her to the village outside of the forest. He knew that if he left her there, she would probably puke a lot, may get lost, and possible would have that carpenter guy who gave him a look that was still pissing him off…. A hissy fit. And he didn’t need that kind of trouble. Not with the cloak he had to get tonight and the moon being there within the next day, and the hunger in his stomach.”Shall we?”
Since you left the rest of the deer alone I would wiggle my fingers a little. Silver roses with red flame tips would grow upon green vines and surround the dead carcass. Satisfied with that I knew it would at least be safe and unseen now from others. It would also leave a mark there for you if you had the desire to come back and get the rest of it. Following him out of the forest I would give a nod of my head. "Aye." [/b]I replied and continued to walk along with you. [/color]