November 14, 2014, 04:00 PM
(This post was last modified: November 14, 2014, 04:00 PM by Osprey.)
@Ragnar
It had started all so well - Osprey had left the plateau to track the deer herds few days ago. Happy to be on the move and have a job to do. Back at home she had taken longer journeys of that kind quite frequently, usually with her friend Pete. He was an experienced hunter, had been her mentor from the very beginning and later in life they had become a great team. They had learned to communicate without words - one look, one movement, one tilt of the muzzle - all was clear. Now that she was doing this task once again, her thoughts wandered back to him and the old days. It was very different to operate alone.
After a while she had found fresh tracks and the whole herd soon after. From that point on her path had followed those of the herd - observing them, calculating the hunting opportunities and trying to predict the direction of their next location. She enjoyed the process thoroughly - the feeling of being alone with the noble creatures had something primaeval and magical to it. She had made a decision to return, when something unexpected happened. Osprey didn't catch the exact moment, but the herd got scared by something and all of a sudden she found herself in the way of rushing, panicked mass of animals.
It took seconds for her to realize, how very deep in trouble she was, and it was those seconds that mattered, because, when she began to run, the first deer had reached her, a moment later she was running for her life, trying to avoid being trampled to death. It seemed that the deer were everywhere, she got hit and nearly lost balance, recovered in the last moment and continued to run, trying hard to find a way to get out of this hell. She received a heavy blow on her head and blacked out.
When she woke, she found herself alone, standing in unknown land, every bit of her body hurting, especially the head. She cast a glance around in a weak attempt to understand, where she was, but it didn't help. Eventually her hind legs buckled under her weight and she sat down, shivering and looking utterly confused.
ooc: she has accidentally trespassed Stavanger bay.
It had started all so well - Osprey had left the plateau to track the deer herds few days ago. Happy to be on the move and have a job to do. Back at home she had taken longer journeys of that kind quite frequently, usually with her friend Pete. He was an experienced hunter, had been her mentor from the very beginning and later in life they had become a great team. They had learned to communicate without words - one look, one movement, one tilt of the muzzle - all was clear. Now that she was doing this task once again, her thoughts wandered back to him and the old days. It was very different to operate alone.
After a while she had found fresh tracks and the whole herd soon after. From that point on her path had followed those of the herd - observing them, calculating the hunting opportunities and trying to predict the direction of their next location. She enjoyed the process thoroughly - the feeling of being alone with the noble creatures had something primaeval and magical to it. She had made a decision to return, when something unexpected happened. Osprey didn't catch the exact moment, but the herd got scared by something and all of a sudden she found herself in the way of rushing, panicked mass of animals.
It took seconds for her to realize, how very deep in trouble she was, and it was those seconds that mattered, because, when she began to run, the first deer had reached her, a moment later she was running for her life, trying to avoid being trampled to death. It seemed that the deer were everywhere, she got hit and nearly lost balance, recovered in the last moment and continued to run, trying hard to find a way to get out of this hell. She received a heavy blow on her head and blacked out.
When she woke, she found herself alone, standing in unknown land, every bit of her body hurting, especially the head. She cast a glance around in a weak attempt to understand, where she was, but it didn't help. Eventually her hind legs buckled under her weight and she sat down, shivering and looking utterly confused.
ooc: she has accidentally trespassed Stavanger bay.
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you shouldn't - by Osprey - November 14, 2014, 04:00 PM
RE: you shouldn't - by Ragnar - November 15, 2014, 07:14 AM
RE: you shouldn't - by Osprey - November 17, 2014, 02:38 PM
RE: you shouldn't - by Ragnar - November 18, 2014, 08:59 AM
RE: you shouldn't - by Osprey - November 19, 2014, 03:00 PM
RE: you shouldn't - by Ragnar - November 21, 2014, 11:24 AM
RE: you shouldn't - by Osprey - November 21, 2014, 12:39 PM
RE: you shouldn't - by Ragnar - November 24, 2014, 09:07 AM
RE: you shouldn't - by Osprey - November 24, 2014, 01:23 PM
RE: you shouldn't - by Thistle Cloud - November 24, 2014, 02:37 PM
RE: you shouldn't - by Ragnar - November 29, 2014, 08:33 AM
RE: you shouldn't - by Osprey - December 02, 2014, 08:20 AM
RE: you shouldn't - by Thistle Cloud - December 02, 2014, 04:05 PM
RE: you shouldn't - by Ragnar - December 06, 2014, 06:48 AM