Teaching Lessons (Reaver)

by **Ren Tanor** on April 11th, 2011, 7:49 pm

"It only hurts when the cut touches something, anyways I have no idea how to clean them"

Ren tenatively touched his laft hand cut with his right poiter finger, as his finger touched he imediatly regretted his decision and retracted his finger.

by **Reaver** on April 11th, 2011, 9:42 pm

Reaver takes the pen and paper from Ren at this point, looks over what he had so far. "I'm a rather big fan of being clean." After setting the stuff into his boat, he leads Ren to the water. He pulls Ren's hands forwards, and dips his own hands into the water. Raising them up quickly, he runs the water leaking from his gauntlets over Ren's hands. Upon noting the difficulty, he lowered Ren's arms to not far above the water before continuing. "You were walking on these earlier? Perhaps you should be more careful."

Having rinsed Ren's hands off, Reaver went back to his boat and grabbed a container from his bag, along with a short cloth, and a bit of gauze. He poured the contents of the container onto the cloth. Returning the container, then returning to Ren. He then wiped Ren's hands with the cloth. The Alcoholic substance was painful, and Reaver put no effort into making it less so. Reaver used his knife to cut the Gauze into thin strips, which were then wrapped around Ren's hands. That done, he tied each strip to itself along the back of Ren's hands.
((That section of writing just feels ugly to me.))
"Even if it's just water, it is better to rinse your injuries. Running water is best, such as from a river. Cleaner. Ready to try again on the circle, or would you like more practice?"

by **Ren Tanor** on April 11th, 2011, 11:19 pm

Ren winced as the liquid ran down his hand stinging his hand. "No I think I have the hang of it" Ren stared at his hand. "By the way thanks for fixing me up, you know you could be a good doctor."

by **Reaver** on April 11th, 2011, 11:30 pm

"Yes, but right now I'm a bad doctor." Reaver made his way back to the boat. Grabbed a new page and the pen, he was sure to fill the pen with more ink before handing it back to Ren. "Now, like my picture. It is easier to draw them small starting off. You'll need to draw two, one large enough for you to fit inside with some room. The other, large enough for the object you will be working on."

"I'm getting ahead of myself, you need to draw it correctly first. Don't rush, I have all day. Wouldn't want you bleeding on your circle early." The last line was intended as a joke, but his voice did little to distinguish it as such.

by **Ren Tanor** on April 12th, 2011, 1:34 am

Ren started to draw the same symbol his first few trys all looked like they were done by a child, but the final was the closest to perfect he had gotten the whole day. Ren lightly remade the perfect symbol several more times to be sure he had gotten the hang of it.

Ren handed the paper back to Reaver. Ren attention quickly lost he started to play with his thumbs while he waited for an answer. He regained his focus, and looked up at Reaver "How'd I do"

by **Reaver** on April 12th, 2011, 2:05 am

Reaver looked over Ren's work, refraining from leaving any clues as to progress. "We could find out. All we need is some sort of paint. I fear my ink is rather low, what to use? Blood would do nicely, but our blood would be such a waste. Why not get something to eat and our paint in one go? You mentioned you could hunt." Reaver wasn't really looking for something to eat, just testing what sort of reaction it would have. He watched carefully, and perhaps if he watched the hunt carefully he could learn something from that.

by **Ren Tanor** on April 12th, 2011, 2:44 am

Ren's eyes perked up at the sound of the word hunt. Without saying a word leaped from the chair to the ground where he imediatly proceded to shift into his wolf form. Ren slowly walked off the boat and on to the shore where he tenatively pressed hid feet to the ground adjusting to the bandages around his paws. Ren started to walk off torwards the boundary where the sand ends and the dirt begins.

by **Reaver** on April 12th, 2011, 3:20 am

Reaver watched from his boat, until it became apparent he'd not be able to watch for long. Standing, he slowly made his way out of the boat. He pondered how to keep it there should the water rise. He looked around, noticing nothing to tie it to. What an inconvenience. He decided to stay near the boat after all. He instead contemplated what to use to teach the next session of his lesson, should hunting not work out. Would that work? Probably not.

by **Ren Tanor** on April 12th, 2011, 10:51 am

As Ren stepped over the threshold into the forest he smelled the intoxicating smells of the forest. Ren got a little farther into the forest before he stopped completly so he could focus all of his attention onto finding an animal (Dogs and wolves unlike humans are able to break up a scent and smell the whole combination one by one whereas a human can only smell all the scents combined.) Ren's nose smelled a scent of pine wood as he started to break down the components that made the smell he found his target. The scent was of large deer.......male 300 or so pounds, To big he would never be able to take it on by himself. He flicked around through the scents until he came upon another scent, it was of a deer about 100 pounds smaller that the last, it would slightly easier take this one down it was still young enough to have its antlers just starting grow in. Ren figured it was about half a mile north west of him. Ren got up setting off in a trot heading for the direction of his prey, there was no rush the animal seemed like it was going knowhere in particular
probaly just grazing a meadow.

***

The scent of the young buck gradually got stronger, as Ren he lowered his body walking slowly trying not to alert his prey. He was now hunting, a mixture of adrenaline and blood was pumping through his veins. He started to crawl careful not to alert the moose, as Ren got closer he got a better view of the deer, its strog muscular body would be quite the challege for Ren including the medium sized antlers, they were suprisingly sharp. Ren looked for point to strike, the most reasonable spot was the back of his calf if he could take that out his prey would be disabled. Ren eyed the back of calf as his muscles started to tense, Ren willed them to relax, ready.....1......2....3. Ren lunged sinking his teeth into the back of the deers calf, the deer let out a suprised yelp twisted its head around nicking Ren's ear. With the sharp poit of the antler. Ren released his jaw's tightened bite around the bucks calf, the buck swung it antler torwards Ren head. Ren narrowly missed impalment by dodging backwards, the swing hit the air where Ren's head just minutes ago. Ren countered the deers attack by lunging out the bucks outstretched neck. His teeth sunk in narrowly missing the deers jugular vein. The buck desperatly swung his head from right to left spinning Ren sidways tumbling across the meadow. Ren layed upsidedown dazed, Ren slightly crake dopen one of his eyes through the slit he could see the buck barreling torwards him at top tilt, Ren suddenly snapped back to life his body pumping extra adrenaline to wake him up. Ren stood his ground crouching in chalenging pose. The deer had its antler pointed down, his head looking straight down at the ground, Ren waited until the last possible moment sidestepping out of the way the deer hit a tree straight behind where Ren was. The tree shattered with deathening crack, snapping into two as the deer colided roughly into the middle. Ren saw this as an oprotuntity he lunged for a secon his teeth sinking into the soft skin of the deers exposed neck, cutting his jugular vein in the process (The jugular vein when split literally spews blood out of the wound.) Blood spewed From the wound sprying gallons at aa time, ren lost trak of time but eventually deer stopped strugling becoming to tired to move then dieing from blood loss. Ren found a nice place to lay for he was utterly exauhsted from the ordeal and fell asleep, assuming Reaver would find him.......eventually.

by **Reaver** on April 13th, 2011, 5:27 am

((Where his head was MINUTES ago?

Was I nearby? Sorry, I jest. ...wait, Reaver's supposed to find Ren, half a mile away? Given no tracking abilities, or that he's never bothered going through the woods in over a lifetime? Reaver probably wouldn't know if he's traveled a mile, let alone half of one.))

Reaver waited patiently. It must have been ten, twenty minutes. How long did hunting usually take? Reaver finally thought of a way to keep his boat secured. Take the rope, tie it to the stick, bury the stick. Easy! Reaver made that his new goal, working hard to make sure his hole was deep enough, and the rope actually tied to the stick. Maybe if I wrap all the slack around the stick, it won't let go even if the knot does come undone. After some effort figuring out just how much rope he needed NOT attached to the stick, he put the stick into the hole. Filling it back in with sand, he was content to see the results. Looking to the sky, he judged another ten or twenty minutes may have very well just passed.

How long DOES hunting take? Is this a bad place to hunt? Well, maybe he was hunted in the process, maybe I should look for him. While I'm at it, I can look for something to mash into paint. Reaver started walking to the woods, an less then ten feet in felt a strong desire to go back. "Ren!? You near!?" Reaver listened carefully for an answer, a sound. He heard plenty, it was hard not to. Reaver looked for a tree to climb. As long as it wasn't too tall, it should be fine to fall. He looked around, deciding to keep within eye-sight of the beach, and finally found one not terribly far off, just further then he'd hoped.

Reaver grabbed onto a branch, stuck one foot onto the tree, and attempted to pull himself up. Soon after he found himself on the ground holding the branch. I'm rather heavy, I suppose. Reaver looked about for instead, a think tree. Finding one really close to the boat, he made his way back, and began to focus. Taking his time, not striving too hard, he managed to create a portal to the void, and slowly moved it to cut himself some sizable holes in the trunk of the tree for climbing, as high as he could reach. Removing the portal, he made his way up, and was fortunate enough to find a branch thick enough to support him. Now a bit higher, he called out again. "Ren!? Can you hear me!?" He listened, but heard nothing helpful. He tried to look, but couldn't see beyond most of the trees. Finding and hearing nothing, he tried to make his way down. He swiftly missed a step and fell. That hurt, but my armor saved me from dealing with a broken leg. That would be inconvenient.

Reaver thought for a moment, and got sidetracked. Maybe I should take up a hobby in crafting with wood? It seams to be available in large amounts. How expensive are the tools? Wait, wasn't I waiting for Ren? Reaver sat at the base of the tree once more, unsure as how to proceed. If I had more ink, I'd draw a map. If I had more thread, I'd use that. If I had paint, I'd... wait. Reaver looked about, then at the dirt. He realized that he could simply make lines in the dirt to mark his trail. He used his foot to unsettle the dirt, then again to put it back in place. But it could just as likely be put back the way it was. Reaver decided he was in no need to rush, and decided to go back to the boat to wait another hour.

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