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Wild moose Chase


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The Bow

 

     Klaus took in a breath, the very last shaving of wood had reached the ground. They were finished, their weapon was made, now all that was left was to varnish it and wait, once that was done they moved forth, taking the silk that they had previously braided and stringing the bow, now it was all done, they were finished.
    As soon as the bow was strung, Klaus took the broom that rested against their wall and began sweeping their floor, making a medium-sized pile of sawdust and wood chip pile. Slinging their bow over their shoulder. They take a burlap sack and join the new fertilizer with the old one, they throw the sack over their back, giving their family portrait a fond look before they head outside, locking the door behind them.

 

 

 

    They walk down the path and empty the contents into a composter, humming a merry tune to themselves, the dust from what was once a tree would join clippings of many others to bring new life once processed. Further down they watch their kin by the fire, they wave goodbye to the group and march out of the Vale’s walls. They then reached the port, hopping on a boat to head up north.

 

Away from home and into the cold.

 

    Klaus felt the air nip at their exposed skin, that was now not much more than their head, they pulled their coat more tightly around their shoulders, the quiver and bow shifting with the motion, yet once their boat trip came to an end they took to the tundra.  The snow was bright for them, their glasses and breath fogging with the shift in warmth.

 

The traps and Tracks


  Soon the short elf managed to breach from the tundra down to the taiga, along their way they would set down small snare traps, for rabbits and the unlucky fox that would cross paths with it. They took very good care of each one, ensuring it would be a quick end should any critter be caught.

    Yet soon, they began to see the signs, the marks of what they came so far for, they take their hand and press it to the snow, a pang of cold rushing through their whole arm as they do so, they measure the hoofprint, it was large, the size of their palm doubled, they proceeded to follow it down a valley, trees whose bark had been marred by antlers began appearing before them, yet once they came across fresh droppings they knew they would soon find what left those tracks.


  The Sighting


    They could hear the distant rushing of water, and so they took to the treeline, making themselves at home on a particular tree that had a full view of the lake they had found. Yet they had to wait, and wait they did, stark still in the cold for what felt like much more time than had actually passed. 

Their patience was rewarded. ‘Lo came a moose, trekking through the snow with its long legs, it was a bull, easily double Klaus’ size, upon seeing the animal Klaus nocked an arrow,placing it upon their bowstring and drawing it.

 

    They still needed patience, they were told to wait just for the right moment, where the bull was most vulnerable. They waited, watching the beautiful beast bathe in the sun, then it decided to wade into the water. Their eyes narrow behind their spectacles, their stomach rumbling already from hours of standing still, a small icicle formed at the edge of Klaus’ lips from the chew they had been trying to trick their own hunger with.

 

    The moment was now. The moose had eaten the weeds beneath the water, pulling its head out of it to take in air, it then decided to wade back into shore, shaking the water off.


 Until...


    It was struck, ichor dripped onto the soil as the arrow Klaus had waited so long to let fly pierced its neck, through and through, it proceeded to try to flee, but it was fruitless, it collapsed beneath the treeline as Klaus watched, muttering a prayer to the lord of the hunt for the lucky strike, once being met with the dying animal, they decide to take their  spear, allowing the animal to rest in onyx black with one swift thrust.


      With a satisfied hum, they would use a sled to move the animal, the equipment they brought was set far away so as to not let down traces. The small ‘ame would head the exact route they came, checking their traps on their way home, they had caught three rabbits and one fox. 

 

 


The hunt was successful,

Blessed be.

 

 

[OOC:]

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Decided to make this post for the sake of creative writting, Klaus had something to do, and so they did it! I hope you enjoyed this little tidbit i managed to make!

 

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