Kill The Headlights
08-05-2015, 05:26 PM
He had come this far for a hunt, or what he thought he could hunt. The boy was thin and fragile. He was getting by but he hadn't learned any survival skills. He wished he was as tough as... no. Toxin and Ganja were the past, he didn't need to think of them. All he wanted to remember was mother; no one else mattered. He made his way from the west, passing just north of the swamp lands and stopped once he reached the river. He was looking down each way trying to spot a shallow area he could cross but he didn't want to trek too far north and get lost again. So he picked a spot that would have been at an average sized wolves knees, to him it gently grazed his stomach hairs. The current was strong so he was able to cross without a fault, just weak from the pull. He watched as the fish avoided his movement and wished he was able to catch one. He wasn't entirely sure how, he had tried a couple times before but they were always too fast for him. He crossed into the Alabastrine Shrine and took a seat not too far from the bank. His breath was fine but his muscles ached. He would have to wait before heading off and finding a bird or something simple to catch for dinner. But for now he would sit and water the grass. |