The Real

[Kvasir 1121]

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The Elf stumbled upon the ground, wiping his mouth from some dirt. His eyes wearily glanced about the forest before him, picking up the flask of water and the simple stone dagger provided earlier. Having dropped it. It was finally starting to come to him. He brought himself out under the range of a tree, going to take a quick nap; waiting for the night to wane and day to break. 

 

Day 1

 

Elrick's eyes scanned the area about him as the sun rose, shakily going to rub his head as the sun split upon him, groaning in pain as he looked about. He brought himself to his feet, going to grip at his knife as he began to move off away from the trees. He rolled his wrists, a light popping sound being heard from the High Elves form, a yawn escaping him as he reached the top of a hill, going to stare at his surroundings, a confused blink still left from the hazy night before. From as far as he could see from the highest hill he could reach was a canopy of trees, and the dark woods of the forest resonating with the life and with energy. The leaves of the forest swayed over a small running stream out in the distance, the man pointed his dagger out of in thought. Going to carefully let himself down from there and keep upon that path. When walking, the bottom of the forest snagged at his coat, heavy for the current environment, fallen leaves of the late summer surrounding him with forest animals about. A lurking presence hid behind the trees, he thought. The man moved nearer to a tree, going to sit down for a short rest, pulling a rock from the ground. His eye twitched, he brought his stone dagger up, along with the stone. Embers began to appear upon a suspended point in the air, swelling there, his dagger and stone clambered against each other brutishly as they slid off, the sound of scraping stones resonating through the forest about himself. The flame, growing into a candle sized flame, then a ball of flame, sat suspended upon the physical plane. He moved his dagger and his stone, more scrapes, until bringing them through the fire and putting them both through the fire, scraping as quick as he could before his fire began to snuff out from pressure changes and focus loss. He finished up with his knife, going to drop the rock and take a timid swig from his waterskin. Turning around, he brought the now blackened and sharper stone dagger towards the tree, going to cut away from bark for practice. He bobbed his head in satisfaction and kept heading towards west It was about an hour until he reached the stream. Looking down at the water with a yawn, going to bring some water to his face, basking in it for a couple seconds as he let his hands fall, beads of water running down his face and dripping away onto the grass. He sat himself down under a tree, looking about himself as he began to take leaves down from the tree's bringing them out before him lazily. Going to bring them there to die slowly as he moved towards the stream again, looking in. he reached into the stream, going to cup some wet clay in his hands, clumping it up into a ball slowly.  His eyes scanned over the ball before his eyes began to glow with a greyish-blue mist. After a couple seconds he began to move his hands all around the clay, going to bring his thumbs to the middle as his he shaped a crevice in the middle. Palms going to pinch and spread it out as he began to form a bowl in this hands of the wet clay. He looked down at it, placing it upon the ground as he kept his hand a couple centimeters away. His eyes still glowing with the misty greyish-blue, suddenly before him the bowl began to heat up as he turned his attention to it, over time, becoming baking temperatures and a bit hotter as it eventually flashed out with dryness as the mage stopped. Drips of sweat forming upon his forehead as he reached for the cooling bowl, the mists leaving his eyes as he grumbled, looking back to his leaves, still waiting. He brought his clay bowl into the waters, going to let the high brim catch some water from a harshly flowing current upon a shiny looking rock. Catching this cleaner water, he brought it up to his lips, sipping lazily. He put that down, going to bring his hands to the ground as he began to dig out a hole, using his dagger as well to make it easier. He dug out this crevice with a grumble, thinking. He moved over to a tree, cutting off long bits of bark and placing them all around the hole's 'walls'. He patted these in and then began to put water in them. As he moved over to his leaves, he began to tied them together clumsily with other leaves and roots. Until he made himself a basic tarp after a couple hours, hands tired and raw for the moment, he placed his tarp over to the water he had secured before. The sun was beginning to set at this point and he moved towards the wood on the tree again, going to scrape more off more bark along with taking down some branches and throwing them into a pile as his fingers twitched. The man got back to work, seeming quite exhausted from all the casting of the day already, sweat all along his forehead as he set a fire for the light, going to lay down upon the ground, snuggling into it as he slowly fell asleep.

 

Day 2

 

Elrick reached out abruptly in his sleep, having thrashed the dirt about him roughly in his sleep, he brought himself up. Blinking back a headache as his eyes darted from place to place before bringing himself up from his seated position to a standing one. His body buckled and bent down strangely as he did this, groaning as he kicked his legs out with a shake of the head. Going to bring himself up again, taking his dagger and water, moving over to his water and refilling his skin via the river. Putting the waterskin to the side as he began to undress, moving into the river to wash himself, shivering in the cold of the river, breezes swaying about himself as he quickly finished up, modesty overtaking him even in the lonely solace of the forest where nobody was to see him. He quickly dressed after drying himself off, going to stare about himself with a shiver. "Food..." He mumbled under his breath to no-one in particular. He moved himself out, relighting the fire quickly while putting some more branches on it, going to put some water over it in the clay bowl. Moving off to go search for some food, looking into the more wooded areas, trying to find berries perhaps. Realizing he knew very little of actual nature, he grumbled something under his breath, going to try and find an animal instead. He decided that it would be best to stalk for birds or for anything else that he could get his hands on. After an hour, with his stomach groaning for food, he found a pig sitting down docilely upon the ground, looking to be taking a nap. The man moved slowly over to it, going to carefully pet its back, hoping to only comfort it. The pig snorted, jiggling in confusion as it began to stand, the man kept patting its back with a nervous hum escaping him. He bought hand to the head of the pig before abruptly going to jump forth, bringing his arm around the pig's neck. He tried to shove its head up as it began to move, the man being dragged along with it, it squealed and snorted. Elrick squeezed harder on it, before clumsily bringing his hands forth and trying to crack the neck of the pig, letting it fall to the ground as a pile of pained snorts and noises. The man looked just about ready to eat the pig then, he dragged it back off towards his camp. going to wash the pig in the river weakly, before bringing his dagger to the pig, going to gut the pig onto the ground, laying out the important and useful organs upon some leaves. Memories of doing things of this nature before, washing and gutting, cooking and spitting. He grumbled under his breath, going to move back over to the water he had been boiling, inspecting it carefully before putting some meat in it. Going to carefully place it in there as he looked around himself, looking down at the pig again. He began to skin it going to wash the actual skin and drape it about him for comfort. Seeming quite happy with this, he moved about, thinking of what to do next. He moved over to some trees, for an hour or two beginning to pull down branches and bring them back down weakly to his camp. After a bit, he took some more to replenish his wood as he looked at the meet, mumbling something under his breath as he moved over to the river, going to move and make a plate for himself slowly, it was not exactly perfect as he was already quite tired. He went through the process of heating it up as he then slugged his pig meat upon it, licking his lips hungrily as he began to dig into his food, keeping a water flask nearby as he ate for the first time in a bit, groaning as he finished, more meat still readily available around him. He brought himself into a crevice under the tree, letting all his branches still lay out before him, going to fall asleep again before his fire.

 

Day 3

 

The man awoke with a start, a muffled yelp escaping from him as he swung his arms out weakly at nothing, rubbing his arms with a grumble. A perplexing sight before him, going to press himself upwards, staring at his camp with confusion. Nothing was off, simply the man. The man was the one off in this situation. The whole time, he had been away from what was real, he threw himself about as he stretched. The stretches loosening his mind from tighter thoughts, bringing himself to the branches as he looked about, going to pull some roots from the ground, eventually spending his time doing this for a little bit. In his thoughts, he mumbled names of people he knew, thinking of things he would do when he got back. A loneliness set into him as he stared upon, the feeling not having set in until now. A feeling persistent upon his form usually, it came back in the light of trying to create something more. Trying to create something to single himself out. To bring himself away from the basics he needed... He took his roots, going to wrap them tightly about the branches. A long form being built up by him. Many branches were tied together, being about eight feet by eight feet at this point. He left it there to settle, seemingly going to look for something about himself. Pulling out a hidden pipe with some cactus green in it, he packed the pipe and put it in his mouth, not lighting it yet. He moved towards the river, looking for some reeds, finding some near the coast, he moved over, going to carefully cut out a sharp reed or two, pocketing them as he moved over to his fire, going to also pocket some charcoals. Nothing to reflect on because of these days, another way to live... - Simple, nothing to study. Nothing to look too much into, more to see, much more to see than could ever be truly studied and comprehended by anybody. More than could be comprehended upon the mental scale. When thinking of something more in depth, the whole function or grand-scale goal of this venture had no outcome that was exactly useful. Though one that was, as well, an experience. Something to build off of. A branch was jutted into the middle of the others ruffly. The man undrooping the pig-leather about him, wrapping one part of it onto the jutting into the branch, before stabbing his dagger into the top, pegging it. Going to move and refill his water flask, pipe still hanging out of his mouth he loaded all this upon the basis of this strange form he had constructed before him, staring down to it with a huff. He brought some re-cooked meat onto it with a nod before turning about and staring to the sky. A wash of relief coming over him as he muttered a curse under his breath. Going to move this base over to the flowing stream, pushing it down until it hit into a wider flowing river. He brought a finger up, a flame the size of a candle appearing over his finger as he brought it to light his pipe, puffing once from the pipe with a nod. Going to push the raft onto the water, putting himself upon it as it quickly began to run down the river quickly, the man letting out a loud cackle as he was whisked down the river. Taking out a piece of bark and his charcoal and reed, whetting the charcoal as he scraped the reed against the charcoal, going to recline back upon the makeshift mast as he began to simply write out nonsense. Nothing that made exact sense, numbers and letters being mixed, equations and concepts being thrown out upon the bark. A relief from the nature that enveloped his mind the past few days, the delirium fading as set out in the rushing river. Water licking his feet as the illusion of blue hit with the ocean, whisking him towards the coast. Where he simply sat with his pipe and writing, drifting him off and away until he woke up at a later date with his writing. Away from the concrete, into the abstract and plain. The bobbing raft drawing him as a base into the world of simple blue and blankness, edging upon the fuzzy sandy coast. Drifting him away.

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