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exsiliumlogs2013-09-04 06:39 am
skennen) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-09-04 06:39 am
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Well this road I'm on's gonna turn to sand
Date & Time: September 3rd
Location: City outskirts
Characters: Ellie, Connor
Summary: Independent young people on rooftops.
Warnings: tba, probably nothing major
[He's on his way to the Outlands to check on the property he's claimed when he spots the deer, a flash of green in the perpetual grey that is Exsilium. It takes Connor all of a handful of seconds to decide to pursue it: deer are difficult enough to track down in the few wooded areas left in the Outlands. For one to wander in this close to the city is almost unheard of. It's an opportunity he can't pass up.
Quickly and quietly, he ducks into the shadowed doorway of an abandoned building and there stashes the supplies he brought for his trip. Slipping his bow off as he steps back into the street, he sets off after the green-pelted deer.
Another sighting of the animal between buildings has him drawing an arrow from his quiver and fitting it to the bowstring. Crouching low, he starts down the alley after the deer. He reaches the other end just in time to watch it scramble back across the broken pavement and disappear behind another building.
A friend of his had once described the game here as "wrong".
He's inclined to agree with that assessment. The coloring of their hides, the sheer number of antlers on these deer. Even their behavior seems changed, too nervous and too aggressive all at once.
Connor takes a moment to rethink his hunting strategy as he listens to the deer's hoofbeats clattering away from him. Perhaps he'll get the clean shot he's looking for from a higher vantage point. Back into the quiver the arrow goes, freeing up one of his hands, and then he's scaling a half-crumbled wall and hurrying along the top edge of it to reach the rooftops.
He spots his prey off in the distance, still on the move, and has no choice but to run flat-out in hopes of catching up enough to fire off an arrow or two.
Between short glances up to keep track of the deer and judge the occasional jump from one rooftop to the next, he keeps his eyes down. His hood limits his vision to the spaces that pass in front of his feet. He's not particularly worried about paying attention to his surroundings otherwise.
After all, finding someone else on the rooftops out here is about as rare as finding a green deer anywhere near the city.]
Location: City outskirts
Characters: Ellie, Connor
Summary: Independent young people on rooftops.
Warnings: tba, probably nothing major
[He's on his way to the Outlands to check on the property he's claimed when he spots the deer, a flash of green in the perpetual grey that is Exsilium. It takes Connor all of a handful of seconds to decide to pursue it: deer are difficult enough to track down in the few wooded areas left in the Outlands. For one to wander in this close to the city is almost unheard of. It's an opportunity he can't pass up.
Quickly and quietly, he ducks into the shadowed doorway of an abandoned building and there stashes the supplies he brought for his trip. Slipping his bow off as he steps back into the street, he sets off after the green-pelted deer.
Another sighting of the animal between buildings has him drawing an arrow from his quiver and fitting it to the bowstring. Crouching low, he starts down the alley after the deer. He reaches the other end just in time to watch it scramble back across the broken pavement and disappear behind another building.
A friend of his had once described the game here as "wrong".
He's inclined to agree with that assessment. The coloring of their hides, the sheer number of antlers on these deer. Even their behavior seems changed, too nervous and too aggressive all at once.
Connor takes a moment to rethink his hunting strategy as he listens to the deer's hoofbeats clattering away from him. Perhaps he'll get the clean shot he's looking for from a higher vantage point. Back into the quiver the arrow goes, freeing up one of his hands, and then he's scaling a half-crumbled wall and hurrying along the top edge of it to reach the rooftops.
He spots his prey off in the distance, still on the move, and has no choice but to run flat-out in hopes of catching up enough to fire off an arrow or two.
Between short glances up to keep track of the deer and judge the occasional jump from one rooftop to the next, he keeps his eyes down. His hood limits his vision to the spaces that pass in front of his feet. He's not particularly worried about paying attention to his surroundings otherwise.
After all, finding someone else on the rooftops out here is about as rare as finding a green deer anywhere near the city.]
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