67th Day of Spring, 512 AV
The sun hadn't even come up yet, not that it would have made much of a difference. The canopy of trees and the haze of the fog blocked out most of the light that would have told Xuphim it was coming upon morning. It was best to get an early start when you were trying to capture a Jamoura, he found. There was still so much to learn about the creatures and their habits in this bestial state. For the most part they seemed to have a focus on survival, finding food and water, and staying away from anything that would appear to be hunting them. That made things especially difficult, since the Akalak had to get within arms reach to use most of the tools given to him to apprehend these regressed creatures.
Inside of the fog Xuphim had taken up a spot upon his belly, covered by brush and foliage. He had set up a slugsuckle snare nearby as best he could, inside of which some dried and sugared apple slices could be found. It wasn't the perfect plan, but it was the best Xuphim could manage given his current abilities. The waiting game was a tedious torture. The Akalak was meant to charge in and solve problems, not meditate quietly while the problems came to him. Still, with some coaxing from Xalet, Xuphim had been convinced that the best way to consistently get some results within the fog was to plan ahead and prepare some sort of restraining device, if nothing else so that the Syliran could get close enough to slam a sleep egg into a target's face.
Through the discerning gaze of his predatory eyes, Xuphim saw movement. A heat signature ambling through his field of vision. The globe of warmth was much smaller than a typical Jamoura, was it a Kelvic? No, it was a very young Jamoura. "Jackpot brother. With a little one like that, we can put him down immediately and be back to camp before mid day. Oh shit look, he's going for the food!" Xuphim watched on, feeling a lump rising in his throat. He wasn't even participating in any strenuous activity yet, but somehow his breath became more difficult to keep steady. It was the tension creeping up upon him. The possibility for success. Not many successes had been found within the fog lately, and thus it was the perfect opportunity to bring honor to himself and Syliras, and maybe even catch the eye of Priskil.
The leather underside of his gauntlet clutched the end of the snare, prepared to yank it with all of his might when the time was right. His silvery eyes continued to widen, it was so close! Perhaps the only thing he could get to fall for such a rudimentary trap was a baby Jamoura, but Xuphim was fully prepared to take whatever victory he could get. He would show that other Syliran Knight too, an Akalak needed no one to back him up. "Just a little more. This is it brother, we're a one man team. I thought this waiting stuff was bullshit but maybe it'll work...just a little further..."
The sun hadn't even come up yet, not that it would have made much of a difference. The canopy of trees and the haze of the fog blocked out most of the light that would have told Xuphim it was coming upon morning. It was best to get an early start when you were trying to capture a Jamoura, he found. There was still so much to learn about the creatures and their habits in this bestial state. For the most part they seemed to have a focus on survival, finding food and water, and staying away from anything that would appear to be hunting them. That made things especially difficult, since the Akalak had to get within arms reach to use most of the tools given to him to apprehend these regressed creatures.
Inside of the fog Xuphim had taken up a spot upon his belly, covered by brush and foliage. He had set up a slugsuckle snare nearby as best he could, inside of which some dried and sugared apple slices could be found. It wasn't the perfect plan, but it was the best Xuphim could manage given his current abilities. The waiting game was a tedious torture. The Akalak was meant to charge in and solve problems, not meditate quietly while the problems came to him. Still, with some coaxing from Xalet, Xuphim had been convinced that the best way to consistently get some results within the fog was to plan ahead and prepare some sort of restraining device, if nothing else so that the Syliran could get close enough to slam a sleep egg into a target's face.
Through the discerning gaze of his predatory eyes, Xuphim saw movement. A heat signature ambling through his field of vision. The globe of warmth was much smaller than a typical Jamoura, was it a Kelvic? No, it was a very young Jamoura. "Jackpot brother. With a little one like that, we can put him down immediately and be back to camp before mid day. Oh shit look, he's going for the food!" Xuphim watched on, feeling a lump rising in his throat. He wasn't even participating in any strenuous activity yet, but somehow his breath became more difficult to keep steady. It was the tension creeping up upon him. The possibility for success. Not many successes had been found within the fog lately, and thus it was the perfect opportunity to bring honor to himself and Syliras, and maybe even catch the eye of Priskil.
The leather underside of his gauntlet clutched the end of the snare, prepared to yank it with all of his might when the time was right. His silvery eyes continued to widen, it was so close! Perhaps the only thing he could get to fall for such a rudimentary trap was a baby Jamoura, but Xuphim was fully prepared to take whatever victory he could get. He would show that other Syliran Knight too, an Akalak needed no one to back him up. "Just a little more. This is it brother, we're a one man team. I thought this waiting stuff was bullshit but maybe it'll work...just a little further..."
