A Decent Shot (Solo)

[Colt]

Fall 29th, 511 AV Khasr had recently been sensing a strange feeling growing within him. It had never occurred to him that he was a good hunter for his age; indeed, hunting wasn’t really something that struck him as very important. To him, hunting was like walking. It was something you just did. Yet still, though he wasn’t sure what it was for, he was gaining a small sense of pride. It wasn’t the solid pit of excitement that formed in his stomach when he hit something successfully, or the slither of adrenaline down his spine. It was a gentle and firm warmth that started directly under his collarbone and spreading to the point of his sternum, directly between his muscles and bones. He liked it. He had given up thinking about the Fall Hunt. He was going to join, and there wasn’t really a point in him debating it with himself any farther. He was a decent hunter, to be sure, but he had a habit of relying on traps and plans to get himself game, as his skills with a javelin were sorely lacking. And so, for the first time in more seasons than he could count on one hand, he was practicing. As usual, he was alone. Though he entertained the idea of inviting Akilah to practice whatever it was she practiced with him, he decided not to. His failing was not something anyone was allowed to see. He was a bit closer to Endrykas than usual, maybe five minutes’ walk, and he could smell the city clearly. It smelled like horses and rugs. Everything else was lost in those two.

[Colt]

Khasr kicked about in the earth until he had a dirt mount the height of his knee. He turned and walked away exactly twenty steps the drew a line in the ground with his foot. He took a javelin from his quiver and sank into a stance, sighting the target and sending the weapon soaring. It got stuck in a bush. Uttering a dismayed sound at how widely the javelin had missed (by about the entire length of his body) he trotted over and pulled it out along with a large amount of leaves. Frowning, he returned to the line and tried again, taking longer to align himself with the target. To his credit, it only missed be half the distance of the first shot, but it was still a miss. And he had taken far to long to throw it to be of any realistic use. Grumbling, he went and got it again, but this time worked on his stance. He planted his feet shoulder length apart with one at an angle and bent his knees, rocking gently back and forth. He sighted for another unrealistic span of time, then threw it. It clipped the top of the mound and skittered away. Khasr swelled with accomplishment and almost skipped to get it again.

[Colt]

He threw it exactly twelve more times, all of which came within two feet of the mound before deciding to take a break. He hadn’t brought any food with him, so he decided to go foraging. Leaving all but one javelin behind, he slipped into the grass to hunt for some berries, or fruit, or grass, or whatever he happened to find. He didn’t want to take the time to kill things right now. He snuck sneakily through the stalks, looking for herbivorous trails and signs. After ten minutes or so, he found a well-used deer path, and by walking on it for another five he heard the promising sound of running water. Oh, lovely, he thought, an apple tree. Too bad you can’t climb worth shyke, said the tree. “Hey!” Khasr protested, glaring at the tree. The tree stood there, acting very tree-like. Khasr looked daggers at it for a while, then uprooted some clover at the bottom and walked away with irritation. He wasn’t going to get into a real hunt right now, so he decided that he would practice a bit more and then head back home for lunch. He arrived in the clearing to see a coyote attacking his bag. Shouting, he ran towards it and threw some dirt, causing it to startle. It looked at him oddly, then walked away. Khasr deflated with a massive sigh and sat to go through his bag and make sure everything was still there. Nothing was missing, though the leather was a bit chewed, and for that he was thankful. His gaze wandered to his javelin quiver, and he looked at them for a long time. He didn’t really want to practice anymore, did he? No, he didn’t. Sighing, Khasr stood and gathered everything and slung it back onto his body before starting back towards Endrykas. He could practice more another day.

[Lariat]

Khasr

Experience:

Javelin: 3 xp
Tracking: 1 xp

Lores:

Stances that help with accuracy with a Javelin

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