Post by rpggm on Jun 4, 2009 23:13:26 GMT -5
As the sun peeked over the far eastern hills, little by little warming the land with it's light, a small herd of deer fed on the tall, sweet grasses of a large field, just west of a small town.
Three dos, two with young, and a single young buck, grazed peacefully as the sounds of the awakening town began to slowly drift out into the world. While high above them all, a few wispy clouds spread across a blue sky, like smoke from a warming fire, and birds flew over in search of freedom and more. It looked as if it would be a good day for travelers, townspeople, and anyone else who ventured out this day.
The night had been fairly decent, weather wise, and Loran had gotten a good rest, surrounded by the tall trees of a small grove. As he awoke and sat up, pushing his cloak off as he stretched his arms skyward, he looked out past the edge of the grove. There, at the edge of the tall grasses that surrounded the grove, he saw what might be breakfast.
A small, young rabbit sat nibbling at fresh, young grass shoots, seemingly unmindful of little else. It should have been more mindful. Without getting up or climbing out from under his cloak, hoping to avoid spooking the animal, Loran reach over and picked up his bow, and a single arrow. Then, he carefully took aim as he drew the bow, sighting down the arrow. Before it knew what was happening, the rabbit was lying on the ground, twitching it's last. In seconds it was dead, and Loran had tossed off his cloak, and was getting to his feet.
He sat his bow back against a tree, then walked over and picked up the rabbit. Carefully, he removed the arrow, then thanked the creature for it's gift to quell his hunger, before starting a small cooking fire, skinning it, and putting it on a thick stick to cook. As the rabbit hung near the fire, cooking, he stepped behind a tree and relieved himself. Then, he sat down and put his back against the tree nearest the fire, bending one leg up to rest his blade on his knee. As the rabbit cooked, he sat sharpening his blade and enjoying the morning.
The smell of cooking rabbit began to fill the air, along with the sound of his running a stone along his blade's edge. The grove was a bit less quiet, but no less comfortable for Loran.
A new day had been born, and it's morning was warming. He would start it with a nice rabbit breakfast. Loran felt it was turning out to be a good day for him. He hoped it would be equally good for others.
Three dos, two with young, and a single young buck, grazed peacefully as the sounds of the awakening town began to slowly drift out into the world. While high above them all, a few wispy clouds spread across a blue sky, like smoke from a warming fire, and birds flew over in search of freedom and more. It looked as if it would be a good day for travelers, townspeople, and anyone else who ventured out this day.
The night had been fairly decent, weather wise, and Loran had gotten a good rest, surrounded by the tall trees of a small grove. As he awoke and sat up, pushing his cloak off as he stretched his arms skyward, he looked out past the edge of the grove. There, at the edge of the tall grasses that surrounded the grove, he saw what might be breakfast.
A small, young rabbit sat nibbling at fresh, young grass shoots, seemingly unmindful of little else. It should have been more mindful. Without getting up or climbing out from under his cloak, hoping to avoid spooking the animal, Loran reach over and picked up his bow, and a single arrow. Then, he carefully took aim as he drew the bow, sighting down the arrow. Before it knew what was happening, the rabbit was lying on the ground, twitching it's last. In seconds it was dead, and Loran had tossed off his cloak, and was getting to his feet.
He sat his bow back against a tree, then walked over and picked up the rabbit. Carefully, he removed the arrow, then thanked the creature for it's gift to quell his hunger, before starting a small cooking fire, skinning it, and putting it on a thick stick to cook. As the rabbit hung near the fire, cooking, he stepped behind a tree and relieved himself. Then, he sat down and put his back against the tree nearest the fire, bending one leg up to rest his blade on his knee. As the rabbit cooked, he sat sharpening his blade and enjoying the morning.
The smell of cooking rabbit began to fill the air, along with the sound of his running a stone along his blade's edge. The grove was a bit less quiet, but no less comfortable for Loran.
A new day had been born, and it's morning was warming. He would start it with a nice rabbit breakfast. Loran felt it was turning out to be a good day for him. He hoped it would be equally good for others.