Post by Aiden Garnette on Oct 18, 2016 1:08:33 GMT
Post"Wicked" Aiden Garnette
He stopped by a place where the fertile fields were well-tended and the prairie reached its apex, giving a vast view into the distance. An open space where grass reached up to your knees, but parted further down where the road ran further west toward Felici and east back towards Camlorn. The great sprawling of the hills was indeed a wondrous sight to see, reaching up and outwards for the stars. A few farms were seated in the distance, nurturing fields where stocks of corn grew and fed well their herds of cattle and sheep.
The lone vagabond dropped his supplies and sat in an open clearing where the grass wouldn't get in his way. His sack of supplies dropped and flattened the musky ground. Aiden himself looked up and unwound himself from his hours of endless traveling and scouting, eyes open at all times for pursuers or Hunters that may have detected him. He set up wires and traps, marking his territory with several knives planted in the dirt in the shape of a hexagon about the same area as a common picnicking luncheon.
It had been only a day or two since he had left Camlorn and the journey had been hefty. In an attempt to circle around though, Aiden had made his break for the plains and hoped that would be enough to keep any hunters at bay. Still though, he would have to remain on-guard because any fires he lit would be visible for miles and there wasn't any way for him to retreat. For once, Aiden unrolled his left sleeve and flexed the prosthetic fingers on his left hand. It was in need of repair as well as some maintenance that had been neglected for quite a while.
Not that he usually neglected himself, but the prosthetic was a reminder of something he would rather not think of. The charcoal sheen of the arm under the starry sky left him with a feeling of reminiscence he decided could wait until after supper. His stomach growled noticeably loud, grumbling and rumbling from emptiness. Reaching over for his supplies, Aiden dug around and retrieved the few camping supplies he had salvaged and taken with him on this little hunting trip. All he had was a few snacks, water, spices, rations, a few necks of corn from the nearby fields, plus some preserved bacon and bread.
Well, that was all so it would need to do. He had eaten miserably for the past few nights so treating himself to a good supper was an enticing option. Starting a small fire wasn't hard for him and took only a couple seconds before he had a roaring lick of flame made with his knife and flint. He laid the griddle above the fire and placed the bacon first on the frying pan to let it sizzle and start to smoke a little bit. Then the corn went over the fire with the kernels taking the licks of flame. He didn't have much of it, but he used a bit of his own butter that was kept neatly with the spices to gloss and flavor the corn.
It wasn't long before he had a pretty good pop going; the bacon was crisping just right on the edges and the corn kernels were blackening nicely. As he went about flipping and turning them over, waiting for them to cook, Aiden was startled by a noise that came from the tall grass. Out of the tall glades, a small family of little raccoons pounced out into the open and slowly crawled closer toward Aiden.
His first thought was to start to shoo them away, though it was by reflex. They were small and looked scrawny, earning a look of kind sympathy from the ex-hunter. Hmmm. He ripped off few small pieces of the bacon and tossed them to the raccoons. They eagerly ate up before Aiden quickly shushed them away and they ran off. It was a small loss to share some of his rations, though taking off some of his food brought him back to his own hunger. Once the bacon was finished and nicely cooked, Aiden settled down with a cob of the corn and several strands of the well-charred bacon.
Note: Whoever joins me in this thread... don't come hungry.
The lone vagabond dropped his supplies and sat in an open clearing where the grass wouldn't get in his way. His sack of supplies dropped and flattened the musky ground. Aiden himself looked up and unwound himself from his hours of endless traveling and scouting, eyes open at all times for pursuers or Hunters that may have detected him. He set up wires and traps, marking his territory with several knives planted in the dirt in the shape of a hexagon about the same area as a common picnicking luncheon.
It had been only a day or two since he had left Camlorn and the journey had been hefty. In an attempt to circle around though, Aiden had made his break for the plains and hoped that would be enough to keep any hunters at bay. Still though, he would have to remain on-guard because any fires he lit would be visible for miles and there wasn't any way for him to retreat. For once, Aiden unrolled his left sleeve and flexed the prosthetic fingers on his left hand. It was in need of repair as well as some maintenance that had been neglected for quite a while.
Not that he usually neglected himself, but the prosthetic was a reminder of something he would rather not think of. The charcoal sheen of the arm under the starry sky left him with a feeling of reminiscence he decided could wait until after supper. His stomach growled noticeably loud, grumbling and rumbling from emptiness. Reaching over for his supplies, Aiden dug around and retrieved the few camping supplies he had salvaged and taken with him on this little hunting trip. All he had was a few snacks, water, spices, rations, a few necks of corn from the nearby fields, plus some preserved bacon and bread.
Well, that was all so it would need to do. He had eaten miserably for the past few nights so treating himself to a good supper was an enticing option. Starting a small fire wasn't hard for him and took only a couple seconds before he had a roaring lick of flame made with his knife and flint. He laid the griddle above the fire and placed the bacon first on the frying pan to let it sizzle and start to smoke a little bit. Then the corn went over the fire with the kernels taking the licks of flame. He didn't have much of it, but he used a bit of his own butter that was kept neatly with the spices to gloss and flavor the corn.
It wasn't long before he had a pretty good pop going; the bacon was crisping just right on the edges and the corn kernels were blackening nicely. As he went about flipping and turning them over, waiting for them to cook, Aiden was startled by a noise that came from the tall grass. Out of the tall glades, a small family of little raccoons pounced out into the open and slowly crawled closer toward Aiden.
His first thought was to start to shoo them away, though it was by reflex. They were small and looked scrawny, earning a look of kind sympathy from the ex-hunter. Hmmm. He ripped off few small pieces of the bacon and tossed them to the raccoons. They eagerly ate up before Aiden quickly shushed them away and they ran off. It was a small loss to share some of his rations, though taking off some of his food brought him back to his own hunger. Once the bacon was finished and nicely cooked, Aiden settled down with a cob of the corn and several strands of the well-charred bacon.
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