08-09-2021, 09:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-12-2021, 09:00 PM by Aso. Edited 2 times in total.)
lookin for a little more fast-paced thread to try and finish before the weekend! If no one joins ill turn this into a read only
Already she had traveled so much to prepare, but there was still much to do. Offerings were at the top of her list, for without them no ceremony could be held. Ira had spent her time on the road thinking it over, what exactly would make a good gift, and after narrowing it down she had decided. He came to her with a pelt, she would return with a skull. The crown of a ram specifically. Antlers and horns were often powerful symbols not just for the strength that was wielded behind them, but the difficulty of which was encountered to obtain such cherished items as well.
Luckily, the mountains had plenty and she was already familiar with their daily patterns to hunt. The gap between day and night would serve best, when they were still tired and settling for the night. Already she had climbed to some of the rock flats raised above the forest edges where they rested in huddled groups, chewing the food they had grazed as some began to lay down for the night. It was here that she crouched, nestled in the sparse yet dense bushes of the mountainside while she searched for a suitable target.
About an hour would pass as she laid in wait, watching for signs of weakness, of strength, and what she could reasonably do alone. Eventually, her efforts would be rewarded as she picked out an elder ram. One that was not too weak to be considered a poor offering, but just slow enough she was confident in taking it down. The horns, her true target, that protruded from its skull were grand with age and only fitting as a crown for her king to be.
The hunt would be swift as she left her shelter. The herd that had been wary some time ago from her arrival now settled and ready for the night to come were now startled, bolting to safety as the slower members struggled to their feet. Her target put up a short fight, its horns digging against her side as she sought the elder's neck. Unfortunately for him, its life would be over before he could do any lasting damage to the roan woman.
With her kill in tow, Ira dragged the ram away to get to work. There was much to do still if she wanted the skull to be ready by the ceremony, and the rest of the pelt would need to be taken care of as an offering to the gods. With the coming days, she would skin what she could, depositing meat to the caches and cleaning the skull to the best of her abilities though truly only time would make the gift clean.
Luckily, the mountains had plenty and she was already familiar with their daily patterns to hunt. The gap between day and night would serve best, when they were still tired and settling for the night. Already she had climbed to some of the rock flats raised above the forest edges where they rested in huddled groups, chewing the food they had grazed as some began to lay down for the night. It was here that she crouched, nestled in the sparse yet dense bushes of the mountainside while she searched for a suitable target.
About an hour would pass as she laid in wait, watching for signs of weakness, of strength, and what she could reasonably do alone. Eventually, her efforts would be rewarded as she picked out an elder ram. One that was not too weak to be considered a poor offering, but just slow enough she was confident in taking it down. The horns, her true target, that protruded from its skull were grand with age and only fitting as a crown for her king to be.
The hunt would be swift as she left her shelter. The herd that had been wary some time ago from her arrival now settled and ready for the night to come were now startled, bolting to safety as the slower members struggled to their feet. Her target put up a short fight, its horns digging against her side as she sought the elder's neck. Unfortunately for him, its life would be over before he could do any lasting damage to the roan woman.
With her kill in tow, Ira dragged the ram away to get to work. There was much to do still if she wanted the skull to be ready by the ceremony, and the rest of the pelt would need to be taken care of as an offering to the gods. With the coming days, she would skin what she could, depositing meat to the caches and cleaning the skull to the best of her abilities though truly only time would make the gift clean.
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