Post by Mr. Mundy on Aug 31, 2014 21:26:01 GMT
Mundy kept low as he crept though the forest, eyes constantly scanning the area. By some stroke of luck, he'd found a large part of the forest that was unoccupied at that point in time, meaning he had the whole are to himself to hunt in - as far as he could tell, anyway. he was never very good at noticing other people until it was too late. Mundy made a mental note to improve his spatial awareness, which was something particularly important, given that he had chosen to pursue the career path of a hunter.
Unfortunately, despite the expanse of the area, there didn't seem to be much game to hunt. Which, he assumed, was the very reason the area didn't actually have anyone in it in the first place. Still, that didn't mean there was no prey to be found at all - there had to be few young boars or rabbits around. There didn't seem to be anything that would stop them from populating this particular part of the forest, after all. No settlements, no excess of predators (or any predators, for that matter), no rubbish heaps - nothing. It was quite perplexing for him.
Then, he heard something. Something rustling in a bush opposite him. He almost leapt out of his skin, in both surprise and happiness. This was potentially his first kill of the day, and he was determined not to screw it up. But he had to focus, or this was going to go as badly as a lot of his other solo hunts.
Mundy shuddered at the memory of what happened with the rabbit and the Half-Alv that had hired him.
Disturbing memories aside, he determined the place where his prey was most likely to emerge, crouched, and focussed.
A Young Pittered Boar emerged, and immediately, Mundy notched an arrow and aimed. he was capable of hitting a moving target, yes, but the boar was too small and too far away for him to get a good shot in. Silently, he willed it closer. Just a little more. And, as if in mocking response, it trotted closer to his spot, and sniffed around some more. it was now within range, and was a prime target for Mundy. He had no traps or cages, but he wasn't aiming to capture it. He wouldn't be selling meat at this point in time - he was shooting to kill.
The wooden projectile whistled through the air and found its mark, but as he expected, it didn't kill the animal. It took out a notable portion of its health, but it wasn't anywhere near dead yet. Panicking, Mundy drew another arrow out from his quiver, took aim, and fired again. However, without his previous composure, his shot only glanced the boar's side. With his position now confirmed, the boar cried out, and charged towards him. Mundy responded by diving for his life, and notching again. But he was using a longbow - a weapon suited for ranges longer than his. His shot hit, but it didn't do as much damage as he'd have liked, and it was far less accurate than he needed.
Unfortunately, despite the expanse of the area, there didn't seem to be much game to hunt. Which, he assumed, was the very reason the area didn't actually have anyone in it in the first place. Still, that didn't mean there was no prey to be found at all - there had to be few young boars or rabbits around. There didn't seem to be anything that would stop them from populating this particular part of the forest, after all. No settlements, no excess of predators (or any predators, for that matter), no rubbish heaps - nothing. It was quite perplexing for him.
Then, he heard something. Something rustling in a bush opposite him. He almost leapt out of his skin, in both surprise and happiness. This was potentially his first kill of the day, and he was determined not to screw it up. But he had to focus, or this was going to go as badly as a lot of his other solo hunts.
Mundy shuddered at the memory of what happened with the rabbit and the Half-Alv that had hired him.
Disturbing memories aside, he determined the place where his prey was most likely to emerge, crouched, and focussed.
A Young Pittered Boar emerged, and immediately, Mundy notched an arrow and aimed. he was capable of hitting a moving target, yes, but the boar was too small and too far away for him to get a good shot in. Silently, he willed it closer. Just a little more. And, as if in mocking response, it trotted closer to his spot, and sniffed around some more. it was now within range, and was a prime target for Mundy. He had no traps or cages, but he wasn't aiming to capture it. He wouldn't be selling meat at this point in time - he was shooting to kill.
The wooden projectile whistled through the air and found its mark, but as he expected, it didn't kill the animal. It took out a notable portion of its health, but it wasn't anywhere near dead yet. Panicking, Mundy drew another arrow out from his quiver, took aim, and fired again. However, without his previous composure, his shot only glanced the boar's side. With his position now confirmed, the boar cried out, and charged towards him. Mundy responded by diving for his life, and notching again. But he was using a longbow - a weapon suited for ranges longer than his. His shot hit, but it didn't do as much damage as he'd have liked, and it was far less accurate than he needed.
