February 21, 2019, 02:37 AM
The meadow was a place of memory for Liri, for she had visited it since her earliest days in Teekon when she was a mere recruit for Aaron's Rosings. It held none of its usual lively vibrancy - in winter, Sundown Meadow was a dreary, bleak place but only on the surface. Life was well tucked away within the hidden corners and niches if one knew where to look.
The tundrian was inwardly grateful to defer to the raven's knowledge. She knew little about hunting avian game, she was far more familiar with the large game of Teekon - particularly ungulates. The fae trails after her companions, pallid pelt camouflaging her well against the blanket of white as she lifted her paws to travel through the deep mire of snow. It was made slightly more strenuous with her tenacious balance of uneven limbs and the northron was grateful to reach the edge of the quiet field, light-headed from her injuries and ailments.
The healer glanced to Sorin and with a nod of affirmation, began to move outwards as she sweeped the territory for the scent of a bird.
There were few tracks to be found in the disturbed snow and it made scent faint but the tracker locked onto the faint scent of fowl with a twitch of her pale plume. Nose pressed lightly to the icy sludge, the huntress turned abruptly and continued to follow the trail with her head hung low to the ground.
The fae jumped visibly, startled from her quest by the movement of Sorin's ebony appendage from the corner of her eye. The girl hurried to his side on eager paws, tail wagging with anticipation. Not only did she enjoy hunting, but it was also an opportunity to see the dark titan in action.
The plan was laid out, Siqsa stalked away - a black jaguar prowling towards its unsuspecting prey - to lay in wait. Liri glanced to her comrade, nodding determinedly as a set of instructions was given.
It seemed simple enough - keep the birds together, don't startle them too quickly - but the sylph could feel nerves brewing in the pit of her stomach. She didn't want to mess up the hunt on account of her inexperience.
The healer glanced to Sorin, waiting for his cue.
The tundrian was inwardly grateful to defer to the raven's knowledge. She knew little about hunting avian game, she was far more familiar with the large game of Teekon - particularly ungulates. The fae trails after her companions, pallid pelt camouflaging her well against the blanket of white as she lifted her paws to travel through the deep mire of snow. It was made slightly more strenuous with her tenacious balance of uneven limbs and the northron was grateful to reach the edge of the quiet field, light-headed from her injuries and ailments.
The healer glanced to Sorin and with a nod of affirmation, began to move outwards as she sweeped the territory for the scent of a bird.
There were few tracks to be found in the disturbed snow and it made scent faint but the tracker locked onto the faint scent of fowl with a twitch of her pale plume. Nose pressed lightly to the icy sludge, the huntress turned abruptly and continued to follow the trail with her head hung low to the ground.
The fae jumped visibly, startled from her quest by the movement of Sorin's ebony appendage from the corner of her eye. The girl hurried to his side on eager paws, tail wagging with anticipation. Not only did she enjoy hunting, but it was also an opportunity to see the dark titan in action.
The plan was laid out, Siqsa stalked away - a black jaguar prowling towards its unsuspecting prey - to lay in wait. Liri glanced to her comrade, nodding determinedly as a set of instructions was given.
It seemed simple enough - keep the birds together, don't startle them too quickly - but the sylph could feel nerves brewing in the pit of her stomach. She didn't want to mess up the hunt on account of her inexperience.
The healer glanced to Sorin, waiting for his cue.
"i'll keep you here when I lose my mind."
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The delicate art of bird herding - by Sorin - February 21, 2019, 02:08 AM
RE: The delicate art of bird herding - by Síff - February 21, 2019, 02:37 AM
RE: The delicate art of bird herding - by Sorin - March 11, 2019, 10:05 PM
RE: The delicate art of bird herding - by Síff - March 15, 2019, 01:24 AM