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Well, I started back up on Ruspota. Here's a first person impression of what he might feel like.
I awoke after many months of rest, I felt like I could take on Ony. Well, Maybe not Ony. I rolled out of my cot that I had been resting in, which had fell to the floor for my massivness. I walked outside into the fierce sun of the Badlands, the smell of the sun, and baked ground, The smells which I had fallen in love with. I straped on my Cabalist breastplate of the Monkey and my other equipment, and hefted Khoo's point, A spear. My best friend, A bear by the name of Ruskal heard me awaken and plodded into my hovel and began to lick at my nose ring, I patted him warmly on the head and turned around, I had almost forgot my rifle. I grabbed it off of the ground and strapped it to my back, I was growing a bit of a beard. Ah well, saw it coming. I was ravished, I picked a weed from the ground and began to chew at it absently. I trotted outside and picked a small insect that had chosen the crease in my hoof as a good place for a home, out of my hoof and sent it flying. I closed what remained of the door to my Hovel and started outside to my nearly bursting Mailbox, I took a couple silvers that had come from a debt to me and walked out into the blazing heat, I replaced my headcrown on my head, I never felt very good without. My hoof felt a bit of something in the ground, A boar footprint, My Tauren heart raced with exitement, I looked to where it was going and followed it and Ruskal bounded after me. I found what was the boars den, I smelled the dung and dead flesh that was the Boars prey, Ruskal smelled the Boar and was about to roar, but I patted him and he closed his mouth. I placed a small trap on the ground, Which looked like a simple bear trap. I loaded a small metal slug which was coated with viper venom, into my rifle. The hammer clicked and I heard the Boar begin to trot out, And as soon as a part of it came into view, I fired, The boar saw it's mistake, but to late, a bullet plunged into its shoulder, It roared as did Ruskal which leaped and landed on the Monstrous Boars back, Ripping at it's back, The Boars leg hit the bear trap and it burst into flame, The Boar screeched in Agony, I loaded another bullet and sent it into the Boars skull. It fell, twitching slightly, I took a knife with a braided leather handle from its hilt and brought it on the boar, Taking some juicy flank. I was happy to give Ruskal the remains of his kill and he dug into it hungrily. I looked at the meat distainfully, it was raw. I dug large teeth into the flesh and reveled at it's taste, I wish I had awakened earlier. But something caught my ear, A stone had fallen, I looked to see a starving wolf standing on the edge of the lair, Teeth bared, he wanted some of my game. I hefted my spear and it lunged at me, I blocked it's teeth with Khoo's Edge and swung my spear in a tight arc, which caught its leg and snapped it in half, The wolf fell; whimpering. I approached it and it cried in pain. I found it's leg and placed it near it's stump of a leg, And wrapped it in a bandage that I had made months back, it was holey. I fished around in my pack for a small vial, which I found, Inside contained a thin red liquid, I dripped a couple drops on it and it healed the wound except for a scaly scab which covered it. I smiled and walked away, No Hunter of the Land should be killed without reason. I walked back to my Hovel and placed the Boar flanks I Obtained by the blaze I had made. And I prepared for something delicous.
Nimbus Flame · Mon Jul 10, 2006 @ 03:38am · 1 Comments |
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