Bronze Woods 29th of Spring, 8th of Bell, 513 AV
"Gotcha, tasty little rabbit. Ooh you're gonna be so juicy aren't ya? Fat little rabbit in my stew. Oh yeah." Alabast didn't have a malicious bone in his body, but when it came to hunting small game, he had little love reserved for the morsels. It was a clear spring day in the woods, perfect to do a little tracking and bagging. He'd set up two small snares he'd check on later, but his snaring skills weren't what he needed to work on. He was an aspiring knight, and he desperately needed to hone his knightly skills. Riding, swordsmanship, and all the like. He had barely scratched the surface of what he needed to do with those skills, but archery was a different story. He could shoot. Not a great shot, mind you, but he could definitely shoot. The squire couldn't think of a better way to hone that skill than practicing on lunch- er...rabbits.
He breathed in, focused his eyes and kept his sight on the bunny. He notched the arrow and took a deep breath. The string pulled taught, and he took the shot. "Shoot!" He said, as springy shaft of wood imbedded itself in the ground barely an inch from the creature. It squealed and hopped away, and Alabast tumbled over himself jumping after it. An upward root caught his foot and the naturally occurring snare dragged him to the ground face first. He smacked in the dirt pretty hard, but his pride was hurt the most. He slammed the ground with a fist and cursed his luck before rising to his feet again. He dusted himself off and muttered. "Stupid rabbit...stupid forest. Dumb bunny..." He was more mad at himself than anything else, but he continued his minced oaths and muttered curses. "And the dumb root..." It seemed like it had come out of no where.