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Who: Atreyu and Hunter
What: chance meeting
Where: Koude Reizen Mountain Range
Artax's hooves were unshod, so there was no iron to ring out against the stone. The horse was as accustomed to hunting as his master, just as skilled in moving silently despite the weight of his feet. Artax knew that when they were stalking prey, silence was key.
The boy on his back was likewise silent. His eyes watched the rocky terrain, finding tracks and scrapes of hoof on stone that leg them closer to their target. He guided Artax with his legs, his hands occupied by his bow and arrow.
Artax slowed, scenting the goat on the air. Slowly, completely obedient to his master's unspoken instructions, they edged around the corner of the rocks. There was the goat, it's single horn curving up from the center of its forehead. Its meat would give Atreyu the nutrition his body craved. Its skin would make him a wrap to wear for the cold mountain evenings. Bone for arrows. Each part could be used, saved, stored. Such was the way of the Grass People.
Atreyu sighted the arrow, lined up his shot, and released. The arrow slid from the bow, finding its way directly and smoothly to the goat's heart. It fell with barely a bleat.
Tags:
atreyu, hunter
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Hunter had traveled east from Camlann into the moutain range that rose up between the iron kingdom and Estervale. He hadn't had much chance to hunt there, but now that his trade seemed to involve more dealings in trading skins and furs between vastly different areas, it was time to try another place. A few more skins and he'd head back south to Mehrdadstan again.
He'd only just caught the scent of an animal - goat - his nose told him well before his eyes, when he caught two more scents in rapid succession. Horse. And human. Man. He sniffed. No, boy.
Intriguing he could smell them and not hear them. they were silent as he, well-trained like hunters. He stayed where he was, could tell the boy hunted the goat, and his suspicions were proved right when the goat fell from an arrow straight through the heart. Hunter moved then, unusually impressed by his skill. It was rare, especially in one so young. "That was an exceedingly clean shot," he said, no salutations attached.
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Atreyu slid off the horse, drawing a knife from his belt. The golden Gem glistened on his bare neck in the light as he leaned over the goat. "No," he said. "Only passing through."
He looked smaller, younger now that he was on his own feet. His clothing was leather and suede, clearly handmade. A boy barely into his adolescence, but the cuts he made to gut the kill were expert, smooth.
Artax stood close by, watching the man, though the horse may not have understood the words being exchanged. "Is he to eat with us, master?" Artax asked, in the tongue of his kin, which Atreyu knew well.
"I don't know," the boy answered, in his own native speech, which his companion well understood. He looked back up to the man. "You are a hunter as well?" he asked, switching back to the more common speech.
If the an wanted to eat, there was certainly enough meat. But the more used here, the less there would be to salt and preserve for the road ahead. Still, the custom was a grand feast after a hunt, and Atreyu may have missed the company of his tribe.
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Hunter nodded and watched the boy skin the animal with quick deft movements. He'd have offered help, but stayed his offer for two reasons. He wanted to see how the boy's methods differed from his own, and it was clear the youngster needed no help. In fact, Hunter had no idea whether he'd be offended by the offer.
But that thought was sidetracked when it suddenly became clear the horse had said something, something Hunter couldn't quite follow to the boy, and the boy responded. Their body language made it clear to him they were conversing.
His eyes narrowed. "Yes I am," he responded, and then continued, "What kind of magic is this that you two converse with each other?" His nose twitched, scented, and he smelled magic around them, coupled with their own smells. Magic that seemed to be strongest around that interesting jewel at the boys neck.
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