Winter of 80th out of 92nd.
Days grew longer as the Winter season grew. The season stood up, like a dog on heels. Relying on the cold to keep a loft. Ferrin knew that the season was soon going to be over. Synas light shown proudly over the empty horizon. Though, a mix of blues and light tinted orange mixed throughout the sky indicating that it is now morning. Though, Ferrin hadn't had any problems with living in the busy city of Syliras. But, he does like to feel at home. And one of the ways he could, was hunt. And that left him memories of his father. Hunting, for days, or possibly for hours. Lessons. Techniques.
All were a part of a binding memory that Ferrin had had with his father. Though, his father grew a drunk after be stopped training Ferrin to be as strong as an Knight. It was those memories that the man had held onto for his courage to become a Knight. He wanted to find the rest of his family that lived within the walls of Syliras. But, where to look if any? Or were there any to be looking for? Ferrin was really curious. Curious enough to find out anything where the rest of his heritage had gone. Thorin, can't be the only man.
A foot of snow blanketed the once green grass and darkened soil beneath. It crunched lightly as the Kenashian picked his steps with careful ease. The man was near the Aviator River, hunting for some small game today. He's already been out a bell or so more before he started the hunt. Trees surrounded the man from every direction, and swayed throughout the light gusts of wind like some sort of belly dancer. But, as a tree. Wolves howled miles away. In search of prey and game. Though, the activity of wolves has had become more frequent within the winter seasons, Ferrin hadn't seen any of them lately. Well, not in person.
Noises of birds chirping within their homade nests that were manufactured from twigs and leaves and other things that nature has the capability to contribute. Branches swayed with swooshing sounds as if they were attempting to follow melody with the birds who chirpped. Ravens crowed cawked while perched on a branch near the Aviator River. And Ferrin looked up, the bird wasn't cawing at him, no. It was cawing at a now dead animal. And it swiftly swooped down to dig its beak into the dead deer where its caucus was now rotting.
Ferrin looked away and nearly gagged at the display. It was certainly nothing of a pretty sight and noting fun either. Out of the distance, Ferrin spotted a campfire as he tilted his head towards a slight aroma of smoke. A light orange hew could be seen with a slight glance over the leaves that blanketed the magnanimous wooden fractures. "That could possibly be a campsite. Maybe, someone could help me find a decen t enough hunting spot." Ferrin spoke quietly and confidently. Though, he had a tone of distrust within the mix that he couldn't shake off.
The Kenashian sighed heavily. And slowly picked his way carefully through the trees. As he took another turn. When he walked through an underbrush, he came out with leaves coming out of his cloak and clothes. Though, everything he had was still with him. Bow, quiver of arrows. A pack. And his sword. What else would he need to survive throughout the woods? There was something unfamiliar of these group of people that the man had stumbled upon. They acted just the same as when Ferrin had met Garland while out looking for game.
Bandits?
Ferrin spotted a messed up wagon with broken weeks and cracked wood near the campfire. Fallen logs housed as seating furniture. Two tents set up adjacent to each other. One man sat on top of one of the fallen logs, roasting some small game. Rabbit possibly. The man was lean, but muscular at the same time. Short. Black hair and a scar on his left side of his face."Max, get your petching ass out here. I've thought I told you to tend to the fire you lazy, incompetent fool!" The man rated his food on top of a custom made rack that hold things such as food.
Ferrin hid himself behind two boulders. Fortunately, for him no one had seen him. The clearing was big enough to hold about four stone houses at least. But, the only thing that had an appearance of housing were where the tents was. One of the tenst opened up and out stepped a young looking man with blonde hair with a dirty aspect with it. Long, like he doesn't enjoy having a hair cut."Aye, boss. What de yer want. Can't you see I'm busy!"The boss, took a small blade out and quickly hurled it at the ground of Max's feet just merely touching the spot where his toes would've been if he weren't wearing shoes.
"Your a petching shyke head. You know, don't talk to me like that or I'll make sure my next throw will hit target."The blonde haired man, named Alex stammered as he stopped closer to the boss after he picked up the bosses dagger."S-sorry boss. Just early in th' morn.'" The boss snarled in disgust as he grudhinly grabbed his dagger from Max's hands."Get me some more tinder for the fire. And you better do as I say, or your portions would get smaller. I mean it."The man snarled once more and took his cooked rabbit and bit a chunk of it. He chewed with his mouth open, which was a disgusting scene for his eyes. No manners was thus "boss" ever taught by parents or friends if he had any.
Max, hurried back inside to grab his double bladed ax. One side, custom made for backing down trees. And the other for hacking down faces. Dangerous tool to be up against. Max, hurried out of the tent accompanied by a woman with short aurburn coloured hair and a shortbow. Though, she was strikingly like Ellwyn, but Ellwyn hadn't worne the shirt hair, she wore long hair with the auburn colour. The two walked out with hunting gear on the backs and exited the opposite side of the clearing. While, the boss continued to rest his hands over the fire for warmth and alternate between eating his cooked rabbit and warming his hands. Something tells Ferrin that this wouldn't end to well for him if he chooses to talk to these bandits.
If he would talk to them. He would rathy stay perched behind boulders then encounter these men and women who seem tough and melancholy. Harsh, over ruling. Insignificant? And not so charming. How would he go about with this encounter? He could take an arrow and aim it at the boss. That will be less of a challenge if he had succeed. Or, he can go around the clearing and flank Max and the other woman. Or, he could wait and see what will happen next.
Choices floated throughout the man's head as he decided on staying behind the boulders. And hope for the best, that nothing out of the ordinary could happen to him. Hope for the best.
