Possesion Being 9/10s Of The Law(December, 3010)[Wyn]
Dec 4, 2017 16:32:42 GMT -5
Post by Einion on Dec 4, 2017 16:32:42 GMT -5
Einion had a sharp ear, for a human, or so he claimed – as sharp as an owl’s. And he sometimes bragged that his sense of smell was as keen as a hound’s – to which Alewyn, his brother, would usually retort that he’d got that wrong. He didn’t smell as good as a dog, he smelled as bad as a dog. It was such an old joke now that it barely got a rise from the shorter, swarthier “hunter” (also thief and sometimes “guard”). At the moment, it was definitely his sense of hearing that was putting him on the alert – to food. A potential meal where half the work was already done for him – the work of catching it. He approached the shock of thigh high grasses with a little caution. But he could tell, it was no predator somehow trapped within. The rustling and swaying of the blades – which he could now see as well as hear – were frantic, but not such as a fox, or badger, might have caused. It was a hare, he guessed, and stepping in closer, pushing the grasses aside with his hands, he saw…he was right.
”Oh ho, little one. And who has been so nice as to set their snare right where I would happen upon it?” he asked the pitiful coney rhetorically, pulling his sharp hunting knife from a sheath at his belt and slitting its throat without bother or remorse, of any kind. It was the work of a few seconds to disentangle the quickly dying creature from the cord of the snare. Einion felt a blush of good will that he was doing the one who’d set it the favor of leaving it undamaged, and reusable. That was generous of him, he thought.
With a grin, he waded through the grass, which was obviously part of a well used run for the late Mr. Bunny and his kin, and he knelt down, proceeding to slit the now dead animal from stem to stern, reaching inside to begin gutting it. It was a task “Gran” could do, of course. But he had no intention of bringing what was really only a small snack back to the family campfire. He had his bow. He’d seen deer tracks. Right now, he thought a bite of freshly roasted rabbit was just what he needed to keep up his strength, so he could hunt in earnest. After a nap. Yes…that would do quite nicely.
Another five minutes would see the coney dressed and he’d see about making up a little fire. What a delightful lunch this would be.
Wyn
”Oh ho, little one. And who has been so nice as to set their snare right where I would happen upon it?” he asked the pitiful coney rhetorically, pulling his sharp hunting knife from a sheath at his belt and slitting its throat without bother or remorse, of any kind. It was the work of a few seconds to disentangle the quickly dying creature from the cord of the snare. Einion felt a blush of good will that he was doing the one who’d set it the favor of leaving it undamaged, and reusable. That was generous of him, he thought.
With a grin, he waded through the grass, which was obviously part of a well used run for the late Mr. Bunny and his kin, and he knelt down, proceeding to slit the now dead animal from stem to stern, reaching inside to begin gutting it. It was a task “Gran” could do, of course. But he had no intention of bringing what was really only a small snack back to the family campfire. He had his bow. He’d seen deer tracks. Right now, he thought a bite of freshly roasted rabbit was just what he needed to keep up his strength, so he could hunt in earnest. After a nap. Yes…that would do quite nicely.
Another five minutes would see the coney dressed and he’d see about making up a little fire. What a delightful lunch this would be.
Wyn