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He made it.
It was nearing what he thought was probably the end of the day, and he'd made it to the water. Isaac could see the shore on the other side, with the dark opening set into the rocky mountain face. There was a choice to make now, of whether he should be testing the waters to see its depth and cross over, or if it would be easier start building a makeshift raft. It was a choice to be made after catching some food and making a shelter again.
Isaac was tired, but he knew he could not stop. There was work to be done to get to the destination at hand. He scouted the grounds and found a fairly flat and dry space under a large cedar. He cleared it up and got to work cutting down boughs with his dagger and gathering as much moss, bark, dry grass, and branches he could muster to prep the shelter and fire. Along the way, he foraged and harvested for fern and was even able to gather a whole bunch of salmonberries. He guessed this would be his spot for at least two nights if not more while he formulated the strategy for getting to the other side.
After starting the fire, he stood next to it for warmth while he sharpened a spear with his stone dagger. He pressed firmly into the bark with the edge of the knife, moving his wrist upwards, continuing to chop off the end, bit by bit. He broke off another long branch as well, and this time, he used a rock to add more force to the cut of the dagger into the end of the branch, splitting into into four section and keeping the four section spread apart with smaller branches. He sharpened the end of the four points. Happy with his weaponry, he waded into the water, and spent the time trying to fish.
The time was brutal.
Isaac wasn't sure what he was doing wrong. This spear method of fishing worked fine in Avanthal. Of course, he usually just fished in his polar bear form when he was alive, but he couldn't do that here. Waiting and watching, stabbing and piercing, the big fish just seemed too fast for him. He started getting angrier and angrier, and frankly more desperate as the time went on. He knew he needed to take a break when he legs started to lose feeling, so he would walk out of the water and move around to warm back up, keeping an eye on the embers of his site, sometimes even going back to warm up by the fire. Fishing had become far more excruciating than he wanted it to be.
This should be easy for me, why is this taking so long? I should have at least ten whole rainbow trouts by now. Pathetic. Is it my body? He questioned, wondering if it might be something to do with his scent or his reflexes in this form.
He went back into the water, in the same place he was in before, refusing to give up. At one point, his frustration got so high that he decided he didn't need the bigger fish. He spit into the water where the little minnows gathered and scooped them up in his belt, not caring that he got her clothes wet. he quickly dumped the minnows into the cooking pot and heaved a sigh.
This will have to do for now.
WC= 586
He made it.
It was nearing what he thought was probably the end of the day, and he'd made it to the water. Isaac could see the shore on the other side, with the dark opening set into the rocky mountain face. There was a choice to make now, of whether he should be testing the waters to see its depth and cross over, or if it would be easier start building a makeshift raft. It was a choice to be made after catching some food and making a shelter again.
Isaac was tired, but he knew he could not stop. There was work to be done to get to the destination at hand. He scouted the grounds and found a fairly flat and dry space under a large cedar. He cleared it up and got to work cutting down boughs with his dagger and gathering as much moss, bark, dry grass, and branches he could muster to prep the shelter and fire. Along the way, he foraged and harvested for fern and was even able to gather a whole bunch of salmonberries. He guessed this would be his spot for at least two nights if not more while he formulated the strategy for getting to the other side.
After starting the fire, he stood next to it for warmth while he sharpened a spear with his stone dagger. He pressed firmly into the bark with the edge of the knife, moving his wrist upwards, continuing to chop off the end, bit by bit. He broke off another long branch as well, and this time, he used a rock to add more force to the cut of the dagger into the end of the branch, splitting into into four section and keeping the four section spread apart with smaller branches. He sharpened the end of the four points. Happy with his weaponry, he waded into the water, and spent the time trying to fish.
The time was brutal.
Isaac wasn't sure what he was doing wrong. This spear method of fishing worked fine in Avanthal. Of course, he usually just fished in his polar bear form when he was alive, but he couldn't do that here. Waiting and watching, stabbing and piercing, the big fish just seemed too fast for him. He started getting angrier and angrier, and frankly more desperate as the time went on. He knew he needed to take a break when he legs started to lose feeling, so he would walk out of the water and move around to warm back up, keeping an eye on the embers of his site, sometimes even going back to warm up by the fire. Fishing had become far more excruciating than he wanted it to be.
This should be easy for me, why is this taking so long? I should have at least ten whole rainbow trouts by now. Pathetic. Is it my body? He questioned, wondering if it might be something to do with his scent or his reflexes in this form.
He went back into the water, in the same place he was in before, refusing to give up. At one point, his frustration got so high that he decided he didn't need the bigger fish. He spit into the water where the little minnows gathered and scooped them up in his belt, not caring that he got her clothes wet. he quickly dumped the minnows into the cooking pot and heaved a sigh.
This will have to do for now.
WC= 586