A soft rain of pink petals descended from the sakura canopy onto the calm flowing river. The sound of rustling leaves and calls of the local avian species so often disturbed the silence of the forest. The warm midday sun was accompanied by a pleasant cool breeze. In the midst of this picturesque scene stood a majestic buck. The creature was large and stood a solid six foot and half. The creature was a mix of browns and pink, its fur reflecting that of the local foliage and canopy. The buck's strong lengthy legs had a brownish bark texture mimicking the roots of the large surrounding trees. The antlers of the mystifying animal grew tall and splayed out like branches of a tree. The antlers were adorned with moss and pink growth that look very much like the petals of the towering trees above.
The lone creature slowly walked to the edge of the river and lowered his head to take a drink from the crystalline flowing waters. It took a long drink from the cool stream quenching its thirst. A sharp pain seared through the side of the creature causing it to let out a surprised and fearful bleat. The buck immediately broke into a sprint yet no matter how fast the creature ran it could not run the pain stabbing pain it felt. With each stride the creature's pace slowed, its breathing became more labored as pain was greeted with fatigue. Eventually the buck stopped from its legs and can no longer go any further. The large animal panted as it lay itself down trying to rest. The creature turned its head to finally see what was causing him that terrible pain. Lodged deep into its flesh and in between its ribs was a large and long arrow. The buck belated weakly as its gaze fell upon the train of crimson it had left behind. It leaned it’s head forward trying to lick its wounds but to no avail, the arrow was out of reach and the wound continued to bleed profusely.
A snap of a tree branch altered the wounded creature. Its ears twitching trying to locate the origin of the sound. Fear gripped the heart of the creature, it desperately tried to stand but its wounded body betrayed him. All the buck could do was wait and see what was coming from the forest. A large hand emerged from the tree followed by an equally large man. The buck looked straight into the golden gaze of a man whose eyes were filled with sympathy. On the other hand of the behemoth of a man, was a heavy hand carved bow that matched the giant's size. The tall man walked with light footsteps approaching the wounded creature. He knelt down and began to pet the creature gently. With his free hand he reached down to his belt and unsheathed a massive hunting knife. In a swift motion he stabbed the blade into the neck of the creature, severing a major artery to put a swift end to the creature's suffering.
The massive buck continued to stare into the comforting golden eyes of its hunter as it relinquished its final breath. The man knelt beside the slain creature in silence out of respect for the majestic creature. The let out a deep sigh and effortlessly lifted the large animal over his broad shoulders and began making his way north of the forest. Eventually the man came to a sizable open clearing, where a well put together campsite was located. The tall hunter placed his quarry down and went to his tent and retrieved a rolled up leather case. Upon his return he unfurled the case revealing a set of tools that he would use to butcher the buck. He first let the blood out from the creature, and then began cutting into it with great care and precision. The hunter was deliberate in his work taking care that he did not let any part of the animal go to waste. After six hours or so had passed the sun had begun to set, and the once cerulean blue skies were now painted with hues of orange and purples.
The man had already cleaned and prepared the meat, a good portion was in the process of being smoked and turned into jerky, and some of the meat was already in the process of being made into a hearty meal. The lone hunter sat by the fire carefully watching the meat and stew he had made cook. The aroma of spices native and foreign to the area wafted into the air producing a mouth watering smell in the immediate area. The hunter began peeling a pear like fruit with his hunting knife. When he finally spoke after hours of solitude and silence.
“If you are hungry there is plenty of food… the fire is warm… you are welcome to join me…” The man's voice was deep like the sea and coarse like gravel. As a slayer the hunter's senses were far greater than that of most mortals. He had sensed an individual nearby, they seemed to bear no hostility. The hunter had run into many weary and lost travelers, he would always do his best to lend them aid be it in the form of supplies, food, or directions. He also had experienced selfish individuals who only sought to rob him from his items. The quiet behemoth of a man was curious what the stranger would do. Would they choose peace and a warm meal, or would they choose the latter…
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Post WC: 932
Rowan's TWC: 932