Midsummer's Eve, Boar hunt #1
「 Skill Point ― hunter 」
「 Skill Point ― hunter 」
The time had come, and preparations were beginning to be laid out on the island. Wildflowers bloomed, their scents blocking out the negativity that threatened to darken the Skorungr's mind.
He stood in the southern lands of the island, eagerly awaiting his crew at the edge of the forest where he'd tracked the scents of those pesky, divine boars. The pigs had grown fat and were beginning to prepare for yet another season of piglets. It was time to cut them down before they grew out of control, and what better day to sacrifice one than on a day when they needed blessings.
Tyr inhaled slowly, allowing his chest to expand with the steady breath. Focus, poise; his eyes closed as he singled out the scents around him until the stench of pig filled his mind again. They were still here, and so far, completely unaware. It would be some time before everyone gathered, but it was better to do it early in the morning before guests arrived.
A single eye peered into the world, looking at the dawn light as it scattered over the grassy hills. They looked painted in pink and gold, like a veil over the wilds that he called home. Days like these had him feeling most at peace, but only time would tell. Skjoldrheim had just opened their gates, and if the still waters around them permitted it, they would have quite the festivity on their hands; paws?
He stood in the southern lands of the island, eagerly awaiting his crew at the edge of the forest where he'd tracked the scents of those pesky, divine boars. The pigs had grown fat and were beginning to prepare for yet another season of piglets. It was time to cut them down before they grew out of control, and what better day to sacrifice one than on a day when they needed blessings.
Tyr inhaled slowly, allowing his chest to expand with the steady breath. Focus, poise; his eyes closed as he singled out the scents around him until the stench of pig filled his mind again. They were still here, and so far, completely unaware. It would be some time before everyone gathered, but it was better to do it early in the morning before guests arrived.
A single eye peered into the world, looking at the dawn light as it scattered over the grassy hills. They looked painted in pink and gold, like a veil over the wilds that he called home. Days like these had him feeling most at peace, but only time would tell. Skjoldrheim had just opened their gates, and if the still waters around them permitted it, they would have quite the festivity on their hands; paws?
