Closed A Simple Hunt(Logan Storm)

[Ssafirsotibones]

40 Spring 515 It wasn't often Bones had time to get away from the city and hunt. His job kept him busy most days, and so it wasn't often he could sneak away for a few at a time to hunt. If he'd been a human hunter, going out and getting a kill then coming back would be more of a solution. But since Bones' hunting trips were a chance for him to... Stretch his legs, so to speak, he generally needed to go further away from where he might be seen, and he needed longer to digest the food completely. That alone might take a day or two depending upon how big of a kill he found. Since coming to Sunberth Bones had been careful to hide his Dhani nature. He'd even gone so far as to clip his speech, so as to avoid saying anything that would give away his speech problems. This resulted in him appearing perhaps less intelligent than he was, and perhaps as a bit more surly than he was in actuality, but was a necessary evil of keeping his secret safe. Not everyone with a lisp was a Dhani, but better if he not give anyone additional connections to make, assuming they even knew of the race of snake-like people. After the days lesson, Bones had headed more or less straight for the outskirts of Sunberth. It had been a long walk, and Bones usually kept a fast but steady pace. Once outside of Sunberth proper, you were in the outer area, mostly taken up by hills, empty ground, and the occasional farm of various use. Bones enjoyed being outside of the city, out in nature, amongst Caiyha's creations. It was at least a few bells before he made it past the closest farms, and out to where one was truly in the wild lands. Not in civilization. By then time had passed, and it was at least early afternoon. Since Bones planned to stay out for the night, he'd brought along the various things he'd need. His bedroll, tent, a winter blanket, and a dagger, stowed amongst his pack. Along with that he kept his ever present weapons on him, his pair of gladii, held secure across his back and under his pack, poking out on either side so that he could still draw them. One had a bone hilt, with a normal steel blade. The other had a finely crafted hilt, attached to an oddly light blade colored with a silver hue. Now that he was getting into the true wilds, Bones began to try and keep himself quiet. He didn't want to lose his way, but he did not want to scare off any possible prey. As the vegetation thickened, visibility became worse, and sounds seemed to be oddly magnified. The far off sound of a bird crying, a twig snapping from something stepping upon it, off behind him and to the right... The motion of leaves as a gentle wind blew. Careful of his foot placement, Bones watched were he was going, setting his feet down lightly and only on bare grassy patches, avoiding any fallen branches, twigs, or dry grass which would snap, break, or crunch. He also kept his body a bit lower to the ground, harder to see, and not showing a full silhouette, stooping and bending his knees more, but also walking slower and more carefully, more planned. All where important things to do when one sneaked. That and proper breathing. In through the mouth, out through the nose, careful, planned, measured, steady. Nature had a rhythm to it, and after a few chimes of walking along stealthily Bones managed to pick it up, increasing his speed somewhat while not giving up his stealthiness. Stealth worked for tracking prey, but also made it harder for other things to track or follow you.

[Logan Storm]

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