Boar hunt [Solo]

[Malog Coden]

Timestamp: Day 37 of Summer, AV 511 Location: Close to Agremmon Fields (south) Just south west of Sunberth, Malog stirs. Head thumping and muscles aching, he pushes himself into total consciousness, releasing the crude knife he sleeps with and telling his body to relax... He survived another night in the wild. His eyes crack open fully to splinter a golden-red sun rise right into the back of his skull. Blinking rapidly, he shakes the pain away and prepares for another day... Sleeping rough in a small clearing south west of Sunberth, next to a grassy field and a large wooded area, isn’t the hardest of places to find an uninhabited camping space but food is scarce and very hard to come by, let alone kill, because all the animals nearby are generally wise enough to keep well away from Sunberth.. Malog toys with the idea that animals are, in this case, more wise than the various other inhabitants of Mizahar, and with him being a Kelvic, then he must surely get the best of both worlds. Not wishing to dwell for too long, Malog strips down naked and plods off in a slow jog, building up his pace until he is sprinting through the grassy plains and various trees with names he can never hope to remember. He sets off in search of food and water.

[Malog Coden]

In the middle of one step to another, keeping up the sprinting pace, his shape-shifts into his form of a black jaguar, revelling in the feeling of being this free, more free than most could even begin to comprehend... He didn’t understand the feeling, but where is the joy in understanding? Why not just love something for how it is? His stomach calls his attention away from such pointless thoughts, and he allows his mind also to become one with his true form, he feels his thought process speed up, his senses heighten. Everything around him became more vivid, and things that were unseen are now as obvious as the wind he races through slapping him in the face. Scouting around, out of the corner of his eye he noticed a single droplet of water as it makes its way down a wide, dark green leaf, tumbling onwards without a care in the world, as if time its self had simply.. Stopped... Paws thud into the leafy ground, forcing him to a halt. His keen senses pick up on the scent of fear emanating from a lone nearby animal. Malog identifies the target as a male boar, not very large, presumably only just reaching adult hood, it must have become separated from it family, abandoned next to a city which was tough to live in, even for animals. A brief twang of sympathy is felt for its misfortune, but is soon crushed by the over bearing instinct to survive at any expense. The eyes of the boar barrel serenity down on Malog. It knows that its time is up; it knows that this terrifying black streak, which pounds through its peaceful grazing, brings only death, but it also knows that if it does not fight, it will suffer more than it would if it allowed the jaguar to give chase... All of this knowledge twitches in the eyes of the boar; Malog picks up on this and bares his teeth, slows his breathing and growls viciously at the animal, showing his absence of fear. All the boar could do to this was whimper, and bow its head, taking half a step back before deciding against retreat and digging its back left hoof into the ground in a show of defiance. The black jaguar took a timid step forward, being careful not to break eye-contact the boar, studying its response, looking for weaknesses in the way it held itself. The boar just looked on back at the jaguar prowling forward, trying to think, but remaining completely awe struck. When within distance Malog pulled its front leg backwards, to be even with the other, ready in a position to pounce. The information received through studying the boars’ response, told Malog that it was not comfortable with the footing around the nearby area, and it leaned slightly to the right, suggesting it has a previous injury on the left side of its body. The small tusks by its mouth did not look too dangerous, but were still a force to be reckoned with if the boar is allowed to build up momentum.

[Malog Coden]

Snapping back to the situation, Malog waits for the time to strike. Any sign of a lapse in concentration, and he would pounce... The boars’ black eyes stare back... The muscles around the two dark pinpricks begin to retract, and the eyelids flutter shut as it blinks... And Malog moves. His legs propel him forward and he opens his mouth in a terrible snarl. The boar reacts after a brief moment of bewilderment, tries to pull back, but it is out of luck. Malog slams into the boar, taking it onto its side then sliding out of the way. The boar felt a lump in its left side, something broken, perhaps. It struggles to regain composure and get back on its feet, but as it straightens up, Malog leaps in for yet another attack. Ripping, Tearing and savaging anything in contact... The jaguar demolished the defence of the boar, crippling the left side, then attacking the right. Before long the animal was nothing more than a barely breathing pile of blood and hair...

[Malog Coden]

Leaning over the dying animal, Malog feels its distress. He leans in, places his mouth around the neck of the boar, and bites down until all the life is completely drained... Shifting into human form again, Malog finds a sharp rock nearby and begins to hack at the body for meat, Taking mental notes of the best areas for meat on a boar, and how to avoid spoiling the meat with the digestive fluids. When enough of the meat was saved, Malog stood up, slung the meat over his shoulder and prepared to head back to his make shift camp with his food... noticing he still had the sharp rock in his hand, he looked back over at the carcass and stopped for a moment. Kneeling down and slamming the rock into the muddy floor, in some sort of tribute to the kill... this does not make sense to Malog, nor does he understand why he felt compelled to do so... either way, he had what he came for and set off in a jog back. The feeling of being alive never ceased to amaze the Kelvic.

[Archelon]

Thread Award "I'll send my hunting dog out with you next time " And the Results!!!!: Malog : SkillName 1-5 How/why? Unarmed Combat 3 This is the skill that determines successful attacks in animal form Hunting 2 Running 2 Butchery 1 Detection 1 Observation 1 Lores: Hunting: Boar Behavior(basic) Notes: A kelvic when they transform can transform a layer of clothing over to their animal form. They don't need to disrobe . Would you like some extra turtle sauce ? : Interesting first start to your characters mentality.As it went along I saw definite improvement, and I hope you continue to do so in the future. Have fun around the 'berth