[P] The Sins That Passed [Henke]

[P] The Sins That Passed [Henke] Apr 2, 2020 1:45:28 GMT

Bjarni

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Post by Bjarni on Apr 2, 2020 1:45:28 GMT

Bjarni Idunn

Bjarni traveled along the territory they called home, his wings fluttering in the breeze that followed. Spring was one of his favorite times of the year, with all the new growth and mild but stormy weather it was perfect for hunting. His eyes were trailing over the scenery in mild interest, his horned crown held high with pride. He was a new man now, following someone he knew could be a great leader. It didn't hurt that the wolf was rather pleasant to look at either. He looked strong with the scars that decorated his form, showing all that he had survived within his life. It was pride that kept him here, a mixture of pride and regret to the things his family had done.

He was here to set things right wasn't he?

So he could start by hunting, rearing himself up and getting some food procured for the two that called this place home. A large prey item would be very nice to take home, to show off just how useful he could be to the wolf. Surely it would be a fine way to earn the total trust of his King? His King, the one he couldn't remember the name of! That frustrated him to no end, how could he have forgotten something so simple? It was far to late to ask now, and it would just have to fester inside of him for the rest of his miserable existence. The very thought of his King finding out that Bjarni had no idea what his name was become very mortifying indeed.

Enough thinking about that, there was no reason to dwell on that just this moment. He had some hunting to do after all! A deer would be a fine prize to bring to the dinner table, that and the antlers would make for a fine prize. He grinned, ears flicking and his nose started to go onto overdrive. It took a few minutes but he was finally able to sniff out the scent of a deer herd. It was older, but fresh enough to where he could track them. His body was airborn within seconds, wings flapping heavily up into the sky. His eyes were trained on the herd below him, the height he had climbed to hiding him nicely. Now all he had to do was take one of them down.

"Speech."

[P] The Sins That Passed [Henke] Apr 2, 2020 1:51:07 GMT

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Post by Staff on Apr 2, 2020 1:51:07 GMT

Successful Hunt!

You have rolled a [3]!

The injury you have received is a [Light Injury]!

Junier of GS + Adox

[P] The Sins That Passed [Henke] Apr 2, 2020 2:04:05 GMT

Bjarni

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Post by Bjarni on Apr 2, 2020 2:04:05 GMT

Bjarni Idunn

They came into view and he couldn't suppress the smile that came upon his face. Certainly he'd get quite a good shot at this. His claws flexed, mouth wrinkling up to show off impressive canines. His wings gave a mighty flap and with that he shot downwards at a high speed. The wind rushed past his fur, whistling in his ears and ruffling his feathers. His form came down, heavy and strong like a giant bird of prey. His forepaws were outstretched grabbing the hind legs of the deer and pulling up. It lost balance, flipping over and scattering the rest of them. He received a scratch on his leg, for his trouble, his heavy form landing with a loud thud before he went for the throat.

Within minutes it was dead, leaving him panting and holding it within his grasp.

It was a large deer with antlers that were thankfully unbroken from his take down. He hadn't done anything that flashy in a long time. He hadn't actually had fun hunting in a long time, having been to worked up over who could do it better from before his life here. Now it was almost like fun and games, rather fun now that he was thinking about it. He did notice something odd however, the scratch that stretched across his right forearm was healing. The bleeding having stopped and was slowly fading around the edges. His head cocked to the side, had he always been able to heal that quickly? He couldn't remember. Now all he had to do was wait for his King to show up, certainly that display hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Speech."

[P] The Sins That Passed [Henke] Apr 2, 2020 21:34:23 GMT

henke

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Post by henke on Apr 2, 2020 21:34:23 GMT

HENKE

Adapt and survive. That had been the mantra that had encompassed every thought for as long as he could remember, if you didn't adapt to survive whatever hardship or cruelty was being pressed onto you, you would die. He'd watched his mother die by that cruelty, and his father, all at the hands of the family who's son he now found himself sheltering. But he could adapt to the cruelty there, surely he could adapt to this as well? He sighed through his nose as he walked through the shallows of the shoreline, he always did find solace in the sound of the ocean.

He still didn't understand what that tiger stood to gain, he was a massive creature, impressive in form and function, he had no reason to so willingly follow what was really a plain and unmemorable wolf like himself. That was what made Henke wary, he realized, it was difficult to believe any creature such a Bjarni following someone like him for long without growing to want more. He'd persevere, he always did, but the thought was still unsettling.

His ears twitched when he heard the sound of many hooves, turning from the water to make his way to the sound as swiftly as his somewhat awkward tri-legged gait could take him. He heard the wing beats and glanced up, watching the tiger effortlessly close in on the deer and again feeling that sting of inferiority. He'd never been a terribly adept hunter, especially not now, and yet Bjarni made it look so easy.

He cleared his throat as he approached, tilting his head to the side, "that was impressive! Good to know at least one of us can keep everyone fed," he said, a good humored but still rather unkind jab at himself in those words as he bumped playfully against the tiger's side with his own. He was trying to be amiable to his former captor, or, the kin of his former captor. They were going to be stuck together for a while after all...Might as well make it count.