Post by Jordan Hielo on Jun 17, 2014 9:03:54 GMT -5
It was Jordan's favourite day. The one day out of the week where he did not have to go to work. And it was not as if he disliked working; truly he enjoyed it. But sometimes he just needed away from people, even in such a lonely time as this.
But it was no longer such a lonely period. He was beginning to truly get over this bump in the road. The elemental could be seen through the windows of his house, rummaging around, placing things into the fire or into a box. All of the things Myra had left behind.
It had been a while since she left; she wasn't coming back. There was no point in keeping such useless artifacts that he felt only reminded him of his slight loneliness.
Besides, quite a bit of them looked rather ugly.
He brushed his hands together as he straightened himself out, looking around the room. And he had to admit, it put a sort of ease to him. The room, once cluttered and difficult to move around in, was now a more comfortable home. You could see all of the furniture and more useful things around, except for the occasional decoration Jordan had gathered himself.
With a satisfied smile he brushed himself off, before picking up his elfwood bow and arrows, his dagger, and heading out the door.
The elemental walked on through the little village he resided in. The sun had barely risen already, and people were getting on with their day. Some would see him and wave, and he would wave back, as he wandered closer to the edge of the village. He stretched, the leather and cloth surrounding him bending with his body. He had to brush his growing hair out of his face, as it began getting into his eyes.
I'll need to cut that soon, he thought to himself, before directing his attention back to the pine forest surrounding him.
He made his way deeper and deeper into the bush, silently moving through as if he were a shadow. Slowing down when he thought he saw an animal.
Sure enough, a rather large doe stood eating some grass. Carefully scraping her hoof against the hard forest floor. Her ears would flick once or twice, ever so slightly, but not enough for Jordan to see if his hiding place was found. Silently he removed the bow from his back, carefully taking an arrow out of its quiver.
He pulled back the arrow, aiming to hit the doe straight for the head, when suddenly she lifted her head in a sharp manner. At first, Jordan thought she had heard him, and silently cursed to himself. But then he realized she was not looking at him.
The hunter prayed, and sent the arrow flying. But it had been too late. The door ran, missing the arrow by an inch. Jordan scowled, but still made no noise. He watched the doe take off with lightning speed, knowing he would not catch her now.
He stood once more, stepping out into the slight clearing and onto a rock, looking around for the spot the deer had ran from. Another hunter? Being? Beast? Though it was not exactly wise, he wanted to find out.
So there Jordan stood. Watching.
But it was no longer such a lonely period. He was beginning to truly get over this bump in the road. The elemental could be seen through the windows of his house, rummaging around, placing things into the fire or into a box. All of the things Myra had left behind.
It had been a while since she left; she wasn't coming back. There was no point in keeping such useless artifacts that he felt only reminded him of his slight loneliness.
Besides, quite a bit of them looked rather ugly.
He brushed his hands together as he straightened himself out, looking around the room. And he had to admit, it put a sort of ease to him. The room, once cluttered and difficult to move around in, was now a more comfortable home. You could see all of the furniture and more useful things around, except for the occasional decoration Jordan had gathered himself.
With a satisfied smile he brushed himself off, before picking up his elfwood bow and arrows, his dagger, and heading out the door.
The elemental walked on through the little village he resided in. The sun had barely risen already, and people were getting on with their day. Some would see him and wave, and he would wave back, as he wandered closer to the edge of the village. He stretched, the leather and cloth surrounding him bending with his body. He had to brush his growing hair out of his face, as it began getting into his eyes.
I'll need to cut that soon, he thought to himself, before directing his attention back to the pine forest surrounding him.
He made his way deeper and deeper into the bush, silently moving through as if he were a shadow. Slowing down when he thought he saw an animal.
Sure enough, a rather large doe stood eating some grass. Carefully scraping her hoof against the hard forest floor. Her ears would flick once or twice, ever so slightly, but not enough for Jordan to see if his hiding place was found. Silently he removed the bow from his back, carefully taking an arrow out of its quiver.
He pulled back the arrow, aiming to hit the doe straight for the head, when suddenly she lifted her head in a sharp manner. At first, Jordan thought she had heard him, and silently cursed to himself. But then he realized she was not looking at him.
The hunter prayed, and sent the arrow flying. But it had been too late. The door ran, missing the arrow by an inch. Jordan scowled, but still made no noise. He watched the doe take off with lightning speed, knowing he would not catch her now.
He stood once more, stepping out into the slight clearing and onto a rock, looking around for the spot the deer had ran from. Another hunter? Being? Beast? Though it was not exactly wise, he wanted to find out.
So there Jordan stood. Watching.