Rhuric stared at the vast assortment of tents he was slowly, grudgingly approaching. He had no other choice but to whimper back to the city after all this time out alone in the vastness of the grasslands. And no matter how much he despised the way it seemed he was crawling home after just a short three months out of the main population, he knew he was lucky to be alive at this point. He was completely at ease with his situation a mere week ago. But that was before things started going terribly wrong.
Rhuric was out on a normal daily hunt for food. He was stalking a massive creature, he hadn’t been close enough to tell what it was yet. But he could spot Venestus on the prowl to his left, and he knew that if it was something the two of them couldn’t handle Venestus would’ve steered them away. So there he was, completely confident and doing what he thrived for, hunting for survival. He was steadily gaining on the target, but it remained ever elusive, he was so focused on the task at hand that he never spotted the pack of Glassbeaks slowly surrounding him. Before he knew it, he dashed threw a shrub bush, right into one of the predators. It must’ve lost sight of him when he ducked into the bush to tail the targeted prey. But Rhuric reacted out of instinct. He dropped the well made, but old Longbow he was using. Instead reaching for the short blade he mainly used for skinning animals, wasn’t much but it was more effective at this close of range. He quickly aimed the knife at the creatures throat and lunged with as much force as he could muster. The beast fell with a thud, he continued to work at it’s throat before it could recover. When he leaned back the head was nearly severed completely. Composing himself just in time to here a loud snap, he shot a look to the side. Another Glassbeak arrived on scene, snapping his longbow underfoot. With a scream of anger he attempted to kill this one the same as the previous attacker. He leaped toward the beast to no avail, it easily out maneuvered his attempt to attack and it countered with a quick claw to the back in midair. Landing with a thud and a sigh of pain, he turned to face the attacker. If it was his time, so be it, but he would fight til he couldn’t anymore. But just as the creature took an exaggerated step toward him, Venestus leaped from an unseen angle. The massive dog easily took down the Glassbeak. And gave Rhuric just enough time to achieve a killing blow with the short bladed knife.
Rhuric was well aware there was almost certainly at least another Glassbeak roaming the area in search of the lost prey. So he and Venestus, who sustained minor injuries. Quickly and effectively left the area. A few minutes from camp, a wave of exhaustion overcame Rhuric. And the adrenaline that had been keeping the pain at bay slowly slipped away. Allowing the intense pain of his broken arm to creep in slowly. He had not even noticed the brake til he felt the pain come upon him. But they hastily made there way back to camp anyway, it was the only safety he would get. At his tent he made a makeshift slink and immediately began to break everything down. He knew two things for certain. He no longer had a bow, without a bow, he couldn’t hunt effectively. And two he had a sever injury that would take months to heal if left untreated. So he couldn’t make another bow or weapon. These two things, plus the chance of another Glassbeak stalking him down. Made the decision to limp back home the only real choice.
Looking back, there were a hundred things he could’ve done differently to avoid his current situation. But the past was the past. And that is what led him to this point in his life. Walking toward Endrykas, the “tent city” as many outsiders called it. He may have well been an outsider to for the looks he would receive, and the way he felt around his kinsman. Rhuric, tailed by Venestus would walk through the streets of his home and feel more alone than out camping in the wilderness for months on end. It was a peculiar feeling, loneliness.
Rhuric was so busy mulling things over in his mind, he thought he was hallucinating when everything quickly went to doubles and then back again. But it awakened him from his drifting mind, he couldn’t properly seal the wounds he sustained on his back with one arm. He had been losing blood then entire week he was marching home. Now that he made it, his body was giving in to fatigue, blood loss, and over exertion without rest. A few more stumbling steps forward…and he went down with a final mumbled attempt to call for aid. Darkness shrouded his eyes even before he hit the soft grassy plain a few hundred paces outside of the city. Someone would spot his horse and wares and come to investigate eventually, no one could over look his dog at least. Jet black coat standing against a grassy plain, Venestus his only real companion would probably be howling til help came or his lungs gave out. Help would come....he hoped. Sleep took hold of him fully then, mind and body.
Rhuric was out on a normal daily hunt for food. He was stalking a massive creature, he hadn’t been close enough to tell what it was yet. But he could spot Venestus on the prowl to his left, and he knew that if it was something the two of them couldn’t handle Venestus would’ve steered them away. So there he was, completely confident and doing what he thrived for, hunting for survival. He was steadily gaining on the target, but it remained ever elusive, he was so focused on the task at hand that he never spotted the pack of Glassbeaks slowly surrounding him. Before he knew it, he dashed threw a shrub bush, right into one of the predators. It must’ve lost sight of him when he ducked into the bush to tail the targeted prey. But Rhuric reacted out of instinct. He dropped the well made, but old Longbow he was using. Instead reaching for the short blade he mainly used for skinning animals, wasn’t much but it was more effective at this close of range. He quickly aimed the knife at the creatures throat and lunged with as much force as he could muster. The beast fell with a thud, he continued to work at it’s throat before it could recover. When he leaned back the head was nearly severed completely. Composing himself just in time to here a loud snap, he shot a look to the side. Another Glassbeak arrived on scene, snapping his longbow underfoot. With a scream of anger he attempted to kill this one the same as the previous attacker. He leaped toward the beast to no avail, it easily out maneuvered his attempt to attack and it countered with a quick claw to the back in midair. Landing with a thud and a sigh of pain, he turned to face the attacker. If it was his time, so be it, but he would fight til he couldn’t anymore. But just as the creature took an exaggerated step toward him, Venestus leaped from an unseen angle. The massive dog easily took down the Glassbeak. And gave Rhuric just enough time to achieve a killing blow with the short bladed knife.
Rhuric was well aware there was almost certainly at least another Glassbeak roaming the area in search of the lost prey. So he and Venestus, who sustained minor injuries. Quickly and effectively left the area. A few minutes from camp, a wave of exhaustion overcame Rhuric. And the adrenaline that had been keeping the pain at bay slowly slipped away. Allowing the intense pain of his broken arm to creep in slowly. He had not even noticed the brake til he felt the pain come upon him. But they hastily made there way back to camp anyway, it was the only safety he would get. At his tent he made a makeshift slink and immediately began to break everything down. He knew two things for certain. He no longer had a bow, without a bow, he couldn’t hunt effectively. And two he had a sever injury that would take months to heal if left untreated. So he couldn’t make another bow or weapon. These two things, plus the chance of another Glassbeak stalking him down. Made the decision to limp back home the only real choice.
Looking back, there were a hundred things he could’ve done differently to avoid his current situation. But the past was the past. And that is what led him to this point in his life. Walking toward Endrykas, the “tent city” as many outsiders called it. He may have well been an outsider to for the looks he would receive, and the way he felt around his kinsman. Rhuric, tailed by Venestus would walk through the streets of his home and feel more alone than out camping in the wilderness for months on end. It was a peculiar feeling, loneliness.
Rhuric was so busy mulling things over in his mind, he thought he was hallucinating when everything quickly went to doubles and then back again. But it awakened him from his drifting mind, he couldn’t properly seal the wounds he sustained on his back with one arm. He had been losing blood then entire week he was marching home. Now that he made it, his body was giving in to fatigue, blood loss, and over exertion without rest. A few more stumbling steps forward…and he went down with a final mumbled attempt to call for aid. Darkness shrouded his eyes even before he hit the soft grassy plain a few hundred paces outside of the city. Someone would spot his horse and wares and come to investigate eventually, no one could over look his dog at least. Jet black coat standing against a grassy plain, Venestus his only real companion would probably be howling til help came or his lungs gave out. Help would come....he hoped. Sleep took hold of him fully then, mind and body.
