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 Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 10:49 pm
Vena kinda looked a tad lost at the beginning. Then once he mentioned showed her she nodded her head. It would be best. She bet she could also make ehr won but for now she needed to know how to use it first, then making on would come second.
"Tracking, I can do that. I bet all wolftaurs can." Though she didn't mentioned she learned and figured that all out by herself. She didn grow up alone, until she met Tarik, but that wasn't the point. She even showed him a little bit of tracking. "Any prey in paticular?" She asked, wondering if there was a real difference in which prey you killed with the spear. Curiosity had taken over the teen wolftaur as she wanted more information on this weapon. It might be something easy to carry around.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 11:40 am
"Whatever you feel like eating, really." Fisk prided himself on being able to catch whatever he wanted with his spear. It was rather difficult to get small things like squirrels, and he often missed when he threw the spear at them, but he had done it before and he was ready to try anything. "I was wandering around keeping an eye out for anything that moved. I have a bit of a craving for beaver, myself." Not that he was close enough to any body of water to expect to find beavers. "Hm, pheasant is also sounding good..." He ran his tongue over his teeth and then seemed to return from daydreaming about food. "But yeah, whatever you want, we can do our best to catch."
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 11:46 am
Vena thought or a minute. "Pheasant, never had that before." She nodded her head. "Pheasant sounds good." She smiled at him. Her tail started to wag a little getting rid of her excess energy.
She then started to pad foreward, only looking back to make sure Fisk was just behind her. She wasn't sure what pheasant tracks looked like so she hoped that Fisk would show her what they looked like.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 4:42 pm
Eagerly, hungrily, Fisk grinned, showing his canines. "Never had it? Great stuff. You're in for a treat, if we can catch any."
Starting to assemble a map of the area in his mind, he followed her. He knew that since he was behind her she wouldn't know he was talking so he kept his thoughts to himself. There was a grassy field fairly close where he thought they might have some luck. It was a little early in the afternoon for the birds to be coming out to feed again, but he figured that by the time they got there they'd be visible. If not, the two wolftaurs could probably scare some out of their hiding places.
He picked up his pace to a trot for a moment so he could catch up and walk along next to Vena. With a nonchalant smile at her he put his spear over his shoulders again and hung his hands over the shaft on either side, more out of habit than anything. He wouldn't need to be at attention until they were much closer to the field. While they walked he asked, "Have you met any other wolftaurs over here?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 8:58 pm
From the corner of her eye Vena saw Fisk coming up she she turned so more of her attention was on him then where she was going, though she still had her agility and dodged many of the obstacles in her way.
Answering Fisk's question Vena nodded her ehad, "I've met one. His name was Pomme de Sang." She replied, "Though I don't remember much about him, I saw him a long time ago." She looked foreward in time to jump around a large tree. "Where are we headed?" She asked. She kenw this place pretty well, but she didn't know where they were headed, so that was pointless. Looking up for a split second she saw the sun starting to reach the high point, in maybe an hour or so. If anything was coming out, it'd be a noon. She decided in her mind.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 10:07 pm
Serenely he nodded to gesture at a point distantly ahead, as if he could see it from where he was. "Pheasants feed in fields in the early morning and late afternoon, so I figure we could catch some in a field I know of near here. At this rate we'll probably get there too early, of course. That just means we can take our time." It had been a while since he had hunted with others, so this felt more like a leisurely stroll than a hunt, and he enjoyed it to the fullest. "Pomme de Sang," he mused to himself after a while. "That's an interesting name." But he didn't want to talk too much -- after she dodged that tree he'd realized that she was having to pay more attention to watching him than to where she was going. So he continued in pleasant silence, appreciating the sun on his back and the birdsong all around and the company of Vena.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 10:15 am
Vena nodded, "Alright." and with that she looked foreward after his words, her pace slowled so they could take some more time. They didn't need to run fast if they'd be there too early, though they needed to be there early enough not to miss them, so she kept at a jogging pace.
Her bright blue eyes looked back at Fisk every now ant then to make sure she didn't lose him, but always looked ahead so she wouldn't hit anything. That would hurt, and make her look really bad. Her mind noted to herself.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 1:11 pm
After some time they were coming up on the field. The thinning and eventual end of the trees could be seen ahead. Fisk took his spear from his shoulders and there was a noticeable difference in his stance: he was back in hunting mode, his paws careful and quiet, every muscle at the ready, eyes roving. He touched Vena's arm to make sure he had her attention and then held a finger to his lips, indicating that it was time to be stealthy.
It was still a little early, he could tell by the sun, so instead of going straight into the field itself he crept to the outskirts of it where the bushes were thick. That's where they'll be, he thought as he eyed them. He wondered what the best way to go about this was. 'Could you scare them out of the bushes?' he mouthed to Vena. He mimed throwing the spear at the air above the bushes, where the pheasants would fly if all went well. That way she could also see a demonstration of throwing the spear, even if he didn't hit one on the first try.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 3:43 pm
Vena's paws seemed to lift up from the ground as she kept her stepping quiet like Fisk's. She knew once he placed his finger to his lips it was time to hunt.
She followed him through the outskirts of the field. When he asked her to scare the pheasants she nodded her head, understanding the fact he'd try and hit them out of the bushes.
She turned her back to him and instantly her stance dropped as her paws stayed quiet. Slowly and quietly she padded ot the think bushes. One she was there she saw a fat bird. She guessed that is was a pheasant. Looking around she found a nice rock. She threw into the air and caught it again. Carefully she lowered her body on to her stomach, then taking aim, rolled the rock at the pheasant. Just as how she wanted her plan to work, the bird freaked out and jumped up out of the bushes. So did two closer by as well. Vena jumped to ehr paws and stepped back, making sure she could see but gave Fisk lots of throwing room.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 4:05 pm
As the pheasants rose squawking out of the bushes, Fisk launched into a run at the same time as he hurled his spear, giving the throw extra power and giving him a head start on going after the weapon or the prey, whichever fell.
One of the ungainly birds tumbled awkwardly to the ground and flopped around, the spear waving in the air and catching on branches, and the other two whirred onward for a short distance before disappearing into the brush again. Fisk was upon it almost immediately, delivering a swift blow to its neck so that it fell limp in his hands, its stubby wings sprawled out to the sides.
He drew the spear out and waved it triumphantly, grinning at Vena. "And that's how it's done!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 6:19 pm
Vena smiled widely, "Wow, that looked hard." She laughed at his glory. She padded over and looked wide eyes at the bird. "it's too bign of a bird for me to kill using a rock." She spoke to him as she looked at the dead bird. She then sent ehr gaze over to the spear. "You have good aim." She said absent mindedly as she looked to his face, "More?" She asked meaning if they wanted anothoer pheasant or not.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 6:37 pm
Fisk seemed to grow taller and broader at the praise. "Thanks," he said, glowing. "I've had lots of practice." He eyed the sky and set his catch aside. "Plenty of time before nightfall. I could show you a bit about spear hunting, and then you could try your hand at getting another pheasant."
Making it up as he went along, Fisk cobbled together a lesson. First he showed her how he had come to hold his spear, but of course he explained that the grip had to do with the balance of the individual weapon. If she made her own spear it would probably require slightly different handling. Then he showed her in slow motion how he went about stabbing with it -- how to use the weapon to maximum effect. Then he passed it over to her. "Here, try it out. Get used to the feel of it and everything."
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 8:15 pm
Vena watched him carefully, making sure she got each and every word. When he mentioned hers would be different she figured he was right. When she was handed his spear, she held it for a minute, then she ran her ands down the shaft to feel it's smoothness. Then she held it in both hands, she twirled it a few times quite slowly, hoping not to stab herself, Fisk or anything else around her with it.
She looked at the tip, it seemed to be made of a blade. She kenw she could ask Tawa for a blade she could use and a picket knife to widdle the wood for herself. THen she tried to stab with it, though she tried a little too hard and it got stuck in teh ground, "Ummmm..." She thought for a second and tried to pull it out. After a few minutes of pulling she got it free, "It's a tad tall for me and a bit heavy, if I were to make myself one I'd fix those things, as you said, my would be different." She nodded and lookat Fisk, holding his spear with the butt end to the ground.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 1:13 am
He smiled when he saw her holding his spear, thinking that he'd looked about the same when he'd first tried this one as a kid. It wasn't so long ago but it sure felt like it. Growing into his spear was a point of pride for him. "Yeah, it's definitely not your size." He glanced at the pheasant he'd taken down, almost as if to make sure it was still there, and asked, "You want to try, even though the spear's too big? One bird is probably enough for both of us if you prefer. They're pretty fat." He said these last words with a slight lift of his head, proudly taking credit for being able to feed two taurs.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 8:35 am
Vena looked at Fisk's face getting his words then looked at the spear for a minute, "No thanks, " She told him," one pheasant looks good enough for hte two of us. And you don't need to see how bad I am at first. her subconsious(sp?) mind spoke to her.
She smiled at him. Her mind had decided that Fisk, was a really nice wolftaur. And that maybe if she went back she might, keyword might, meet more nice wolftaurs. She didn't know. She returned her thoughts to the task at hand.
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