Xarnith had been told training with humans would quickly dull his skills. So bearing that in mind he had begrudgingly made ready to go out and hunt. As the youth walked along the trail he saw hoofprints. Based on his limited knowledge those could belong any number of things. The big question for him was...what made these? He let his hand trail down a tree...bark scratched. Horns...he stopped to think. Horns, hooves...Aldabuk? Their meat was supposedly really good, he knew a few dishes which called for it. Perhaps he could hunt one--he stopped that line of thought as he slowly looked down at his sheild. Yeah...killing something with this. What would he do?
Give it a headache? That thing had horns, it was used to smacking its head. He sighed. What in the world was he suppose to do? Surprise it? He slowly crept through the trees glancing around. He kept seeing tracks so where was the darn thing? He stopped seeing it. The beast was grazing on a small patch of grass. Long legs were dark brown, striped with what looked like dark green. He slipped into the shadows as the beast turned its gaze towards him. He didn’t think he had been spotted but those eyes were a piercing blue. Amazing.
He then took in the creature past the legs, the main body was actually a soft gray, dabbles of that same dark green which streaked its legs.The horns were a dark brown, Xarn couldn’t see the pattern but was sure there was one. He blinked as he realized two things. One- it was staring right at him and Two- he had no plan. Just as Xarn made to do something, the beast lunged. Xarn rolled back as it knocked him down. He laid out panting.
That could've gone better.
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