A New World
09-16-2015, 09:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-16-2015, 09:01 PM by Felix.)
skill: hunting
The brown man had heard of this place; it was supposedly very good for fish, and quite the meeting grounds for a loner. It tempted him, easily, and he found himself wandering and swaying in that direction, meandering slowly. It was not in his nature to rush; no, not at all. The man moved slowly, leisurely - even when hunting, his specialty, he moved slowly, at a languid pace; the only time his speed increased was in the rapid rush of the final moments, the kill. A flying brown object, blood, and then it was over. Mere moments, and then the man was back to his slow pace.
That was not to say he would not try, no. He would try, he would work, but he would not rush. He would take his time, and make sure the job is well-done. He would focus, diligently, on whatever task given, whether it's given by someone else, or himself. This goal, this mission, this was one given by himself. It was simple as well; he was planning on fishing in the Rio Grande... and perhaps meeting a new wolf or two. It all depended on what would happen.
It did not take long to reach the snaking river, and the man sat by the river's edge. The sun cast his shadow along the shore; the fish had no clue as to his presence. He sat there, patiently, for several minutes. It seemed as if he was doing nothing, just daydreaming staring at the water. They would be proven wrong, however, as a paw slapped the water, scooping it up and flopping it on the bank. He pounced on it immediately; had he not, it would have flopped back into the river. His jaws crunched the neck, and the wolf's eyes closed in satisfaction. It would not be a meal, but it would be a snack.
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