Raeyn age: 19
Liard age: 22
13th Spring 510
Deep into the Unforgiving
Where else could one be more completely alone than deep in the wilderness where only trees truly knew of one's existence? Such serenity brought the gentle wind that weaved though the dense forest of pine and evergreen. The smell of early spring buds caressed Raeyn's senses. Beneath his feet, in the remainder of the winter snow, little snowdrops marked his footsteps. Around him the world was coming to life only for the hunter to bring that life to an end. What a glorious time of year it was. A time of metamorphosis and ned beginnings. Summer had it's warmth, fall had it's harvests, winter had it's harsh and deadly charms but early spring was something else entirely. It was perhaps Raeyn's favourite time of the year.
He had made his decent down the mountain come early sunrise, with a backpack full of equipment, a bow across his back and a quiver full of arrows and a rested head. Beside him a year old pup frolicked in excitement over every single smell.
They followed the trail towards Port Tranquil quite far down before turning off the path where the forest had thickened and the dense darkness of trees would swallow them up. time flowed liberally as they tracked familiar foot paths carved only by them, keeping an eye on the position of the sun, the side the trees moss grew on, landmarks like fallen trees and particularly distinct rocks. Loosing one's bearings was far too familiar a fear for Raeyn. The wilderness wasn't a walk in the park, not for him nor any hunter in Lhavit. He had a healthy dose of respect for the dangers that lingered in the bush. As he walked, new born squirrels hopped from branch to branch overhead, unafraid of the hunter who could certainly not reach them.
The melting snow turned to sludge in the creviced of his shoe marks. The remaindered of it, once white and crisp, now browned and blanketed, lingered around tree stumps. Carefully did Raeyn have to carve out his path, so as not to slip on the damp ground. But at least the dense greenery of weeds and ferns that would sprout up later in the season had yet to obstruct his view of the forest floor.
The hunter and his dog soon came to pass a large log that had undoubtedly fallen during one of the past storms. Raeyn committed it's position to mind as her hoisted his body up and over it, the corner of his boot accidentally scraping off one of the mushrooms that had made it's home in the tree's bark for decades.
Liard age: 22
13th Spring 510
Deep into the Unforgiving
Where else could one be more completely alone than deep in the wilderness where only trees truly knew of one's existence? Such serenity brought the gentle wind that weaved though the dense forest of pine and evergreen. The smell of early spring buds caressed Raeyn's senses. Beneath his feet, in the remainder of the winter snow, little snowdrops marked his footsteps. Around him the world was coming to life only for the hunter to bring that life to an end. What a glorious time of year it was. A time of metamorphosis and ned beginnings. Summer had it's warmth, fall had it's harvests, winter had it's harsh and deadly charms but early spring was something else entirely. It was perhaps Raeyn's favourite time of the year.
He had made his decent down the mountain come early sunrise, with a backpack full of equipment, a bow across his back and a quiver full of arrows and a rested head. Beside him a year old pup frolicked in excitement over every single smell.
They followed the trail towards Port Tranquil quite far down before turning off the path where the forest had thickened and the dense darkness of trees would swallow them up. time flowed liberally as they tracked familiar foot paths carved only by them, keeping an eye on the position of the sun, the side the trees moss grew on, landmarks like fallen trees and particularly distinct rocks. Loosing one's bearings was far too familiar a fear for Raeyn. The wilderness wasn't a walk in the park, not for him nor any hunter in Lhavit. He had a healthy dose of respect for the dangers that lingered in the bush. As he walked, new born squirrels hopped from branch to branch overhead, unafraid of the hunter who could certainly not reach them.
The melting snow turned to sludge in the creviced of his shoe marks. The remaindered of it, once white and crisp, now browned and blanketed, lingered around tree stumps. Carefully did Raeyn have to carve out his path, so as not to slip on the damp ground. But at least the dense greenery of weeds and ferns that would sprout up later in the season had yet to obstruct his view of the forest floor.
The hunter and his dog soon came to pass a large log that had undoubtedly fallen during one of the past storms. Raeyn committed it's position to mind as her hoisted his body up and over it, the corner of his boot accidentally scraping off one of the mushrooms that had made it's home in the tree's bark for decades.