Post by Tray Daniels on Feb 18, 2013 0:23:03 GMT -5
Fog shifted and swirled between the trees around a dark figure, distorting his shrouded form. Wisps of it brushing against him forming water droplets on his cloak, dampening anywhere that wasn't as water proof as the warm green wool that sheltered its wearer from the worst of the damp. Night had long since fallen in this strange place, blanketing the world in darkness. As the sun fell something arose with the mist inside the young man. He felt more alert, stronger, more alive. The night brought with it a cat-like instinct out of the man as he once again found himself silently prowling through this ominous place. A shadow shifting and wavering just as much as the fog, an uncertain figure to any observer who happened to be stalking through the midnight hours. Tray did not stop to make camp, nor did he bother coaxing a fire out of the wet branches and twigs around him. Tonight he would continue traveling well into dawn. He felt totally at home within these sinister woods, even his eyes were well adjusted to the darkness, scanning the shifting mist alert for anything that felt wrong or alien. But the land remained eerily silent, undisturbed by the man’s continued progress. His longbow was slung on his shoulder where it could be easily shrugged off into his waiting hand, he was confident that he could draw aim and fire his bow faster then a blink of the eye. If anything charged him he would be able to drop them before they reached him, unless he missed. Instantly he pushed the thought away, his father had always said that to let a glimmer of doubt remain in your mind equaled a certain miss.
He still had plenty of skill with hand to hand combat, often he would wrestle with his father, fighting hand to hand, or with knives. Subconsciously the young man’s right hand dropped to the hilt of his large hunting knife, which he kept wickedly sharp. On top of his training the man had been given the gift of pokemon DNA, he was a legal Gijinka that possessed the powers and abilities of a Luxray. Yes, he would be able to put up a fight if anything attacked him, he hoped nothing would. He hated violence, an odd thought for someone who loved to hunt, to feel the pleasure and triumph of watching a large beast fall under the weight of a single arrow. Even so he always remained a subsistence hunter, never taking more then he could eat then sell for a profit to fund his daily living costs. He would much rather a pleasant conversation or a friendly competition then a fight to the death, even a strange pokemon willing to put up with the Gijinka’s presence would be welcomed. For the past three days Tray had been within these woods, escaping the chaos of the city for the quieter danger of this forest. Now he was returning home, following the shallow arrows he had left in eveyr tree he had passed, all he had to do was find such a carving and follow in the direction it pointed back to familiar territory. If he was uncertain of a carving the faint smell of his own scent as he rubbed against the tree would assure him that he was indeed going in the right direction. As he moved a sudden awareness fell over the man, causing him to stiffen and slink into a deep shadow; he was not alone. He scanned the area out of the corner of his eye, knowing that a direct look would trick his eyes into seeing movement that wasn’t there, his ears alert for any unfamiliar sound as he sniffed the air quietly. Over the past days he had spent within these woods Tray had become very accustom to the rhythm of the forest, something had disrupted that rhythm now, but what?
He still had plenty of skill with hand to hand combat, often he would wrestle with his father, fighting hand to hand, or with knives. Subconsciously the young man’s right hand dropped to the hilt of his large hunting knife, which he kept wickedly sharp. On top of his training the man had been given the gift of pokemon DNA, he was a legal Gijinka that possessed the powers and abilities of a Luxray. Yes, he would be able to put up a fight if anything attacked him, he hoped nothing would. He hated violence, an odd thought for someone who loved to hunt, to feel the pleasure and triumph of watching a large beast fall under the weight of a single arrow. Even so he always remained a subsistence hunter, never taking more then he could eat then sell for a profit to fund his daily living costs. He would much rather a pleasant conversation or a friendly competition then a fight to the death, even a strange pokemon willing to put up with the Gijinka’s presence would be welcomed. For the past three days Tray had been within these woods, escaping the chaos of the city for the quieter danger of this forest. Now he was returning home, following the shallow arrows he had left in eveyr tree he had passed, all he had to do was find such a carving and follow in the direction it pointed back to familiar territory. If he was uncertain of a carving the faint smell of his own scent as he rubbed against the tree would assure him that he was indeed going in the right direction. As he moved a sudden awareness fell over the man, causing him to stiffen and slink into a deep shadow; he was not alone. He scanned the area out of the corner of his eye, knowing that a direct look would trick his eyes into seeing movement that wasn’t there, his ears alert for any unfamiliar sound as he sniffed the air quietly. Over the past days he had spent within these woods Tray had become very accustom to the rhythm of the forest, something had disrupted that rhythm now, but what?