Post by Salene on May 13, 2005 21:03:02 GMT -5
Beyond the most modern of technologies, the safety of the homestead, the cobbled streets, and the city walls, there was the wilderness. There were no maps, few beaten paths, and a lack of human life in most areas that would be considered by most to be nothing short of eerie. To Salene, however, this was a relief.
For someone trained to be on guard at every moment, a chance of almost complete isolation was a great repreive. While her gaze still drifted about uncomfortably, she was a little more at ease than she typically appeared, even whistling (out of tune) to herself at various intervals as she flitted about the undergrowth, looking for specific buds that she knew for certain properties. One such flower, a difficult find, was perfect for tranquilizer darts, and she found it in near abundance here.
Her work was interrupted however, by the growling of her stomach. Salene realized only then how long it had been since she'd last eaten. She quickly put aside her crude research, switching to an entirely different task at a speed that might have seemed almost bizarre to a casual observer. Salene, however, was accustomed to acting on instinct, and did things on a whim when the time seemed appropriate.
Without so much as a pause to readjust her thinking, she grabbed out a dagger and a length of twine, and brushed about looking for a relatively straight branch. When she found it, she affixed the dagger quickly but firmly to one end, and waited, still as a statue, for any small animal to scurry by. This occured in the form of a simple brown rabbit, and Salene waited until the best shot was available, before launching the crude javelin with one mighty, soundless throw. The dagger blade pierced ruffly the flesh of the creature, which squealed in pain as it died, nearly instantly. Without even a grimace at the blood that stained the ground, she immediately retrieved what was now a corpse.
A little scrawny, but it'll do... she thought to herself, pressing one toe of her leather boot to the still form and pulling the blade out quickly and cleanly. She wiped it across the fur of the animal and undid the twine and dagger, replacing the former in her satchel and the latter into a small case on her belt. Throwing the stick thoughtlessly to one side, she pondered where in the world she was going to start a fire.
For someone trained to be on guard at every moment, a chance of almost complete isolation was a great repreive. While her gaze still drifted about uncomfortably, she was a little more at ease than she typically appeared, even whistling (out of tune) to herself at various intervals as she flitted about the undergrowth, looking for specific buds that she knew for certain properties. One such flower, a difficult find, was perfect for tranquilizer darts, and she found it in near abundance here.
Her work was interrupted however, by the growling of her stomach. Salene realized only then how long it had been since she'd last eaten. She quickly put aside her crude research, switching to an entirely different task at a speed that might have seemed almost bizarre to a casual observer. Salene, however, was accustomed to acting on instinct, and did things on a whim when the time seemed appropriate.
Without so much as a pause to readjust her thinking, she grabbed out a dagger and a length of twine, and brushed about looking for a relatively straight branch. When she found it, she affixed the dagger quickly but firmly to one end, and waited, still as a statue, for any small animal to scurry by. This occured in the form of a simple brown rabbit, and Salene waited until the best shot was available, before launching the crude javelin with one mighty, soundless throw. The dagger blade pierced ruffly the flesh of the creature, which squealed in pain as it died, nearly instantly. Without even a grimace at the blood that stained the ground, she immediately retrieved what was now a corpse.
A little scrawny, but it'll do... she thought to herself, pressing one toe of her leather boot to the still form and pulling the blade out quickly and cleanly. She wiped it across the fur of the animal and undid the twine and dagger, replacing the former in her satchel and the latter into a small case on her belt. Throwing the stick thoughtlessly to one side, she pondered where in the world she was going to start a fire.