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Dusk, its deep shaded embrace gave rise to numerous creature's. Some stirring for the first of their cycle. Others setting to safety for night. Their domain a greatly dense forest territory. Its location deep in the northern reaches. Far from any civilization and near untouched by humankind. This of course gave the task at hand a far lessened difficulty.
Hunting near any human inhabitants, be it near or far meant the nature surrounding was aware of it. Creature's were intelligent. If hunted, they learned.
The creature's, five in total, stood near the edge of a small lake. Their quadrupedal bodies thick with grey fur. Strong lithe muscle wrapped their bodies. Narrow bodies and long thin legs gave them odd yet quick movements. Hooves in rounded form allowed them to tread atop rather through the snow. Their necks were neither long nor short. Heads like those of a canine. Ears like those of a mountain goat and horns forward angles to pierce what they ran towards.
Two of these creature's drank, the other two worked to graze at what melted snow revealed to be grass. The third, unlike the others was thicker, its horns marked by what could be a multitude of dried bloods. Its eyes too seemed sharper than the others. This, this one was likely the matriarch of the group. Its body rarely remained still as it creened and gazed into the woods. Its ears turned here and there to subtle sounds of branches crackling.
He’d been stalking them for nearly three hours now. His patience virtuous as he remained crouched behind the cover of shrubbery and obscurement of trees. In his left hand a recurve bow, barbed hunting arrow knocked but cord loose. In his right hand he held nothing. He wore a cloak, cowl pulled to shade over his bright blue eyes. The cloaks colors a pattern of mottled grey designed to blend.
Beneath the cloak at his right hip an axe, at his back a sword, strapped and tied tightly to keep from rattling. Atop it a pack of necessities too was wrapped tightly. At his right hip a knife, its handle the horn of another creature.
Come now, sweet supple guardian, give me but a moment's glance. Let those brilliant eyes of yours find mine if for but a moment. He begged inwardly. For in the moment that creature's eyes met his, it would both realize, freeze and spook. An action in which he knew he could capitalize. In a breath he could draw and shoot with deadly accuracy. The only reason he hadn’t?
Well, call it instinct or simply paranoia but, he felt as if he was not alone within this forest. In fact, he hoped he wasn’t. Everything he’d done from a month prior to now was all but a far more grandiose hunt. A hunt for the exuberantly rare opportunity to see them... The reclusive Fae. Their existence known, yet their visage a mixture of myth and curiosity. Some had called them god sent angels, others gave similar doting descriptions. None, none had ever spoken firsthand. He desired not only to be the first and possibly only, but to delve further.
So, wait he did. In silence, in stillness. Examining not only the matriarch, but the directions its senses seemed to fixate on. Perhaps, perhaps somewhere the other he sensed would act or perhaps make some mistake to give themselves away.
Hunting near any human inhabitants, be it near or far meant the nature surrounding was aware of it. Creature's were intelligent. If hunted, they learned.
The creature's, five in total, stood near the edge of a small lake. Their quadrupedal bodies thick with grey fur. Strong lithe muscle wrapped their bodies. Narrow bodies and long thin legs gave them odd yet quick movements. Hooves in rounded form allowed them to tread atop rather through the snow. Their necks were neither long nor short. Heads like those of a canine. Ears like those of a mountain goat and horns forward angles to pierce what they ran towards.
Two of these creature's drank, the other two worked to graze at what melted snow revealed to be grass. The third, unlike the others was thicker, its horns marked by what could be a multitude of dried bloods. Its eyes too seemed sharper than the others. This, this one was likely the matriarch of the group. Its body rarely remained still as it creened and gazed into the woods. Its ears turned here and there to subtle sounds of branches crackling.
He’d been stalking them for nearly three hours now. His patience virtuous as he remained crouched behind the cover of shrubbery and obscurement of trees. In his left hand a recurve bow, barbed hunting arrow knocked but cord loose. In his right hand he held nothing. He wore a cloak, cowl pulled to shade over his bright blue eyes. The cloaks colors a pattern of mottled grey designed to blend.
Beneath the cloak at his right hip an axe, at his back a sword, strapped and tied tightly to keep from rattling. Atop it a pack of necessities too was wrapped tightly. At his right hip a knife, its handle the horn of another creature.
Come now, sweet supple guardian, give me but a moment's glance. Let those brilliant eyes of yours find mine if for but a moment. He begged inwardly. For in the moment that creature's eyes met his, it would both realize, freeze and spook. An action in which he knew he could capitalize. In a breath he could draw and shoot with deadly accuracy. The only reason he hadn’t?
Well, call it instinct or simply paranoia but, he felt as if he was not alone within this forest. In fact, he hoped he wasn’t. Everything he’d done from a month prior to now was all but a far more grandiose hunt. A hunt for the exuberantly rare opportunity to see them... The reclusive Fae. Their existence known, yet their visage a mixture of myth and curiosity. Some had called them god sent angels, others gave similar doting descriptions. None, none had ever spoken firsthand. He desired not only to be the first and possibly only, but to delve further.
So, wait he did. In silence, in stillness. Examining not only the matriarch, but the directions its senses seemed to fixate on. Perhaps, perhaps somewhere the other he sensed would act or perhaps make some mistake to give themselves away.