[RP] Capricious Souls

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     You're both on the run. Hounded down for some petty crimes further west, you've both fled into this massive expanse of woods past anything you know. One of the men ((Maly)) prods at their dying fire as the sun sets. The other ((Guck)) relaxes for now.

What to do?

[Esterlen 4499]

Danilo Saraliev squats idly, prodding at the fire with a stick. Ever since his father, Penyo, had caught him embezzling funds from the machine shop, he had been disinherited and banished to this dreary woodland. He rights himself, looking intently at his travelling companion.

 

"Ya hungry?" he inquires nasally. 

Edited October 24, 2015 by Esterlen

[lawnmowerman 3040]

Mihal Lokloglu squints idly at Danilo, offering a simple, yet rigid nod, face seeming bitter as he'd ponder back to the thought of being exiled.

[Esterlen 4499]

Danilo offers a curt nod, turning about-face to look for something edible. At home they had called him 'Buffalo Danilo' because of his proficiency in hunting the buffaloes of the Soquelian prairie, so some simple foraging would doubtless be a pushover.

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     Words. Words don't always get things done. As the two chat, the fire stops even smoking, and the bitter cold makes itself a bit more known.

[Esterlen 4499]

Danilo looks to the forest floor, looking for some kind of animal, fruit or tuber to eat. He swears loudly as the fire dies out.

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     You're both in a rather large and plain clearing. The good stuff is probably out in the thick of it. You can hear the sleepy rustling of the wind and animals at this hour.

[Esterlen 4499]

Danilo moves into the shrubbery, attempting to forage within the dense vegetation or alternately look for another such clearing. 

Edited October 24, 2015 by Esterlen

[lawnmowerman 3040]

Mihal trails sloppily after Danilo, moving to assist him, a few murmured curses heard beneath his breath.

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((DPMAGIC))
A lone hunter stands before you, seemingly shocked. A hand goes back to his quiver...
What will become of this?

[Esterlen 4499]

 

Danilo tenses up, holding his hands out in a conciliatory fashion.

Edited October 24, 2015 by Esterlen

[Esterlen 4499]

"Oh, sh*t, I'm sorry," says Danilo, eyeing the bow with some apprehension. He continues to hold his hands up diplomatically. 

[Esterlen 4499]

"Yeah, I see that," says Danilo very carefully, his hands still extended in a very nonthreatening manner, "Your daddy gave you good advice."

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The sexually tense exchange continues between the two, but the sun does not get any higher, and the air any warmer.

[Esterlen 4499]

"Mhmm!" offers Danilo enthusiastically to the huntsman, "Well, my daddy taught me a few things too, like uh, how not to rip the string, by using someone else's glove, instead of your own hands."