Monthower Eisengomery
Mar 31st, 2013, 07:33:40 PM
The light patter of the rain went unnoticed save for the mud it created from the dirt. The squish of boots in it would make more noise then what the hunter desired, noise that could alert the prey and let it flee before the predator was ready. But whether the noise of the rain was sufficient to mask his movements or perhaps the mammal mistook the footsteps for one of its own pack, it made no move but to continue grazing amongst the tall grasses.
Preer took one last glance around before carefully notching the bow and letting the arrow fly. His aim was true and the arrow pierced the hide of the nerf. The animal took off running with Preer in hot pursuit. Another arrow and then a third imbedded itself in the animal, slowing it enough for Preer to overtake it. The nerf lunged at him with its horned head but Preer jumped atop it instead, riding it just long enough to withdraw his knife and slit the throat of the beast. Letting him be thrown off, Preer took a mud bath over being crushed as the beast collapsed to the ground and expired.
Sheathing his knife and retrieving his bow, he set to work cleaning the animal and preparing to cut away what he needed. A new skin would be fashioned while meat would be taken for consumption. Preer was one of the few Rutans who had stayed on Senali far past the age normally required for the hunting tradition. He enjoyed the hunt but he also enjoyed spending time learning about the subculture of the Senalians, especially his love and hopefully future mate, Dewaari.
However things were becoming difficult for Preer and the others. In the past there have been uprisings against the Empire, enough so that a fleet base had been established on the moon of Senali and a garrison on the main planet of Rutan. Now, the pirates that had once been driven off by the Empire have returned and in full force, with the result that Senali is now overrun by Imperial crews and troops. Lockdowns and curfews have been implemented just in case the natives were planning to revolt again.
Preer smiled darkly as he thought about how right the Empire was, although this time things would turn out much differently.
Preer took one last glance around before carefully notching the bow and letting the arrow fly. His aim was true and the arrow pierced the hide of the nerf. The animal took off running with Preer in hot pursuit. Another arrow and then a third imbedded itself in the animal, slowing it enough for Preer to overtake it. The nerf lunged at him with its horned head but Preer jumped atop it instead, riding it just long enough to withdraw his knife and slit the throat of the beast. Letting him be thrown off, Preer took a mud bath over being crushed as the beast collapsed to the ground and expired.
Sheathing his knife and retrieving his bow, he set to work cleaning the animal and preparing to cut away what he needed. A new skin would be fashioned while meat would be taken for consumption. Preer was one of the few Rutans who had stayed on Senali far past the age normally required for the hunting tradition. He enjoyed the hunt but he also enjoyed spending time learning about the subculture of the Senalians, especially his love and hopefully future mate, Dewaari.
However things were becoming difficult for Preer and the others. In the past there have been uprisings against the Empire, enough so that a fleet base had been established on the moon of Senali and a garrison on the main planet of Rutan. Now, the pirates that had once been driven off by the Empire have returned and in full force, with the result that Senali is now overrun by Imperial crews and troops. Lockdowns and curfews have been implemented just in case the natives were planning to revolt again.
Preer smiled darkly as he thought about how right the Empire was, although this time things would turn out much differently.