~ In the settling dust of the departure of the HighJarl and his sister, some found their feet straight away . . . ~ It had been some passages of the moons since Gab Yngvarr and his sister, Nana had left the holding on their mysterious journey to the Basin. After the initial surprise, and feeling reassured that their Jarl would return, life for most had returned to normal. This meant, too, that food had to be provided and Spec knew it was up to him to do it. The newly-promoted HighJarl headed out of the gate walking for a time to the hunting grounds. He set up his tent then worked around the tree-line, setting up traps on game trails and making sure his spears were ready. He scoured the tree-line, searching out the herd, moving silently through the brush. He kept an eye on the tabuk, they moving ever closer. He paused simply to watch them, judging their movements and habits, appreciating their grace and beauty. Prowling in the shadows, waiting, moving further through the woods, spear at the ready, he slowly stalked the herd of tabuk. Ahead, he saw a sturdy tree with a rather large branch overhanging the path. Surprising quickly for a man of his size, he climbed to the perch and stood there, poised. He slung two of the spears on his back;two more were grasped in his hands, ready. Without a sound, he prepared as the herd slowly moved beneath the branch. Judging the moment, he jumped from the limb, plunging into the midst of the beasts. He used his weight to drive the spears in his hands deep into the beasts and through them until the points implanted in the ground. He drew the others from his back quickly, throwing them and felling another pair of the swiftly scattering herd. A thunderous roar left him as he unsheathed his sword to pursue a fifth, decapitating it as he came within range. Spec grinned and paused to look at his handiwork. He stood for several ehn, hands on hips, to let his breathing settle. He went among the trees, then, chopping and gathering a few strong saplings which he carried back to his camp. He retrieved the bodies of the tabuk and piled them together while he crafted a makeshift travois from the saplings. He hefted the beasts onto it, securing them with fibres before setting off back down the path. He made his way down from the hunting grounds with the tabuk, moving at a steady pace down the winding trail from the pass. Sometime over the next few days, he’d go back to the tent to hunt some more. Nearing the gate he called out “I BRING MEAT FOR THE HOLD!” His voice echoed off the stone walls, causing a line of joyous men and bonds to pour out of the hall to help him bring the carcasses home.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 14:33:52 +0000
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