Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164
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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER |
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Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya
& Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic
Angel |
The glossy egg was his. Midas had heard a soft voice whisper in his heart the fated choice that only he could settle. All this felt like something from a tale in youth, or a daydream. A creature pulsed beneath the thin shell, a creature that he felt an extremely strong urge to defend and care for; despite having never laid eyes upon what was inside. Instructions on caring for the egg came to him after he had returned to a more settling area with the unborn soul closely ridding between neck and chest. Chances were good that his new youngling would be hungry—and who was to say when it could hatch?
With a frosty wind still nipping in the air, he knew that gathering meat for an avian would be difficult, because many creatures would still be dormant or skittish. After hiding the egg in a secure location, Midas began slowly maneuvering the forest. He searched for something that would offer substance for the creature.
It was a bright afternoon, the warmest it’s been in weeks. A thinly covered collection of spruce and pine towered above him; he made his way past this until coming across a glade of white oak and sweet smelling cedar. Gazing up and around he paused when gaze found something worth looking at, a small gray squirrel sat posed on a trunk; upside down and descending from his hole high up. Attention narrowed with sharpened intent, he thought of the egg and summoned energy from the ground behind the tree.
Magical motions remained unseen by the now grounded squirrel that paused under said oak with beady eyes glancing round and noticing him. Horses were common in this land, and no apparent first hand fear shot the rodent back up and into his hole; instead they appeared to study each other. All the while a sharpened point of sand was molding, brows furrowed together in concentration. When he was ready Midas slowly requested his little spear head like creature to move around the tree. Taking aim from behind the general put all his effort into lunging the sand spear forward with hopes of piercing a rodent head for easy death.
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A sudden wind rises and changes the course of the sand spear. Instead of piercing the squirrel's head and ending its life quickly the spear misses altogether. Startled, the squirrel scampers up a tree and disappears into a nest.
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Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164
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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER |
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Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya
& Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic
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A soft curse word followed when his spearhead missed its mark. Gaze watched the unharmed squirrel scamper up his oak tree and disappear out of sight. Sighing heavily Midas lumbered on, continuing his search for edible things that could be eaten. If memory served correctly, mythical birds were omnivorous.
Perhaps he would have better luck with the lingering vegetation. He knew of a particular berry that grew nearby. Huckleberry's, they grew even in the cold of winter; perhaps there would be berries for him to pluck. Sights set out toward finding these little berries, senses remained alert to anything that might pop up and give him another chance to hunt.
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A hare had been feeding on the berries and stopped when it heard you approaching. It looks up at you, watches you, it's nose twitching as it judges you. Eventually it deems you harmless enough and goes back to feeding on the berries.
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Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164
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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER |
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Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya
& Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic
Angel |
Berries had been found, but with so few left. It was perhaps not enough to make it worthwhile the effort to carry back. A soft snort of frustration followed. But, as luck would have it, fate gives him another chance at making a solid kill. Pools of magic moved within him, each thread tightening; it was worth another shot?
After all, practice did increase his experience. Eyeing the little hare with what he hoped was harmless expression, the golden general again lined up his sights with pointed arrowhead. Like an archer he held breath at inhale. This time taking aim for the chest region in hopes of piercing a heart or vital organ. After sending up another prayer, Midas let his arrow fly. Strike true, he thought.
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Your arrow pierces the hare's chest, though it does not kill the poor animal quickly. He runs, stumbles, and falls. His hind legs kick and his eyes are wide with pain and fear as he stares up at the sky and waits for death to take him.
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Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164
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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER |
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Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya
& Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic
Angel |
Brief triumph floods chest when his arrow struck, but this feeling was short lived, and quickly followed by guilt at still not having made a clean kill. With haste Midas followed wounded prey, pausing only when it stopped moving upon earth and lay with face toward heaven. At first he thought it to be dead, but a rising chest quickly proved otherwise.
Stepping forward with neck lowering toward the musky smelling animal, the general murmurs gently, “Peace, brother—forgive me.” Right forehoof rose and loomed over the rodent’s cranium, taking aim with tipped daggers he pushed hoof down at ending the rabbit’s life by swiftly removing head.
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11-28-2012, 11:34 AM
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The rabbit's suffering is finally ended as your hoof crashes down on its head.
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Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164
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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER |
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Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya
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Angel |
11-28-2012, 05:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-28-2012, 05:48 PM by Midas.)
Pity for the rabbit and relief came at the ending of a life. One soul departs and another would descend; he knew that eventually all returned to the heavens and earth. Grasping the now limp body between flattened premolars and lips, Midas stifled a recoil of renewed disgust that darkened his features and twisted a normally calm face into one of utter revulsion. Tangy copper licked along pink tongue, the musky flavor of earthy pelt was unappealing. Tightening his hold, limbs flexed and cantered body forward through the trees; back to the egg.
Dropping it eagerly, Midas checked on the unhatched creature –than came back to lay a thin covering of snow over the still soft rabbit. Intent was to keep other predators at bay, while preserving raw meat with below freezing moisture. Turning in another direction he continued to hunt by heading toward the many hidden streams within the forest. Frogs, fish and lizards loved streams—though few would be out and about in this cold weather. Perhaps he would find a fish or two, or a dormant winter frog buried in loose mud. Upon approach, hooves scrapped at soft soil with hopes of digging one up. Little mounds of upturned soil and piled crawdad nests scattered the area. Even a large crawdad would be worth the effort. He could use a pointed stick to pry one out.
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Your digging unearths a toad that had burrowed into the ground. Because of the cold it is unable to move until its body warms and it lays motionless at your feet.
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Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164
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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER |
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Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya
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Orbs watched the ground with fevered intent, catching sight of a small lumpy creature after only a little digging; skull lowered with nostrils flaring toward figuring out what feet had unearthed. Dirt and sloppy fragrances of mucus came, “a toad”, he thought.
Craning neck, Midas reached for one of the many sticks that had fallen and gotten lodged within warming mud. One twist and he had obtained a pointed natural weapon. Brandishing the pronged limb, skull leveled the tip across toads back and jerked it down, his hopes rested on creating a frog shish kabob. Add a little herb and his unhatched bird would eat well. No prayers were said for this primitive creature, though he did acknowledge the gift. |
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The sharpened stick pierces the toad's head and kills it instantly.
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Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164
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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER |
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Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya
& Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic
Angel |
11-29-2012, 05:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-29-2012, 06:53 PM by Midas.)
Brandishing his ‘frog on a stick’, Midas carefully titled head, allowing the whole creature to be better centered in the middle before then placing it on a flattened stone. Feeling parched, attention turned toward the stream with the idea of quenching thirst forefront in mind. Frame moved toward shallow bank, lips found the water to be crisp and refreshing. After filling his belly Midas moved into the stream, stirring up sediment with each step. Watching the current earnestly for something alive, the wannabe fisher man thought his eyes caught sight of a silver bodied trout.
From here the fish appeared fairly large in size and struggling in the shallows—it most likely had gotten carried from larger waters and drug to this place unwillingly. Turning with head to grasp another broken rod, choosing one longer now; Midas slowly took steps toward the shadowed creature. Weapon held high and pointed down to make attempt at swiftly spearing thr trout when moment presented itself. Stepping carefully and with painfully slow movements, he hoovered over the fish and pointed spear at a center part; knowing that swift, strong motions would lodge aqua creature upon its point.
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Your aim is true and the spear pierces the fish. The water begins to turn red as the fish bleeds out. Within minutes the fish dies.
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Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164
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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER |
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Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya
& Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic
Angel |
Perhaps he had the makings of a fisherman; pride swelled chest when spear struck through and, captured a now squirming fish. He now had two kabobs for the unborn soul to partake in. Limbs moved bulk from stream bed and onto firm ground again, jaws opened to receive his other kill. After returning both to the ground near his egg, Midas turned back to the forest. An open glade lay ahead, with patches of sunlight trailing through. A loud, ‘squawk’ caught attention. Sitting on a branch nearby was a vulture, its black feather glistening almost blue when the sun hit just right.
Hissing at Midas upon approach the bird leapt from one branch to another, its black beady eyes watching him carefully. Golden pools turned to his avian brother, and saw the immense hunger burning within. Apparently few carcasses had fallen for him to have sights on the living, huffing Midas called forth his talent yet again. This time taking a moment to create tiny balls of hardened sand; two dozen or so form under his command. Each ball was slightly smaller than a poison berry. When ready he let the balls fire in scattered formation, attempting to piece the chest of the feathered scavenger.
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The vulture realizes too late that the pegasus means only harm. Seconds after this realization strikes him the balls of sand begin to pierce his body. The vulture falls from the tree and crashes to the ground, flailing his wings and writhing in agony.
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Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164
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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER |
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Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya
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Angel |
Success! The bird fell to his earthly bullets, bowed down by pain; eyes no longer staring at him with hunger. With haste huntsman came forward, lifting one hoof over the floundering oversized pidgin. It was not his desire that any creature suffer, with one simple blow the withering and movements would stop.
Pointed dagger loomed ahead, while voice was left whispering to the mindless creature, “Be at peace little brother, your hungry days have come to an end. “ Even scavenger birds were deserving of respect when forced to sing a death song, “Fly free into the arms of our lord.” sharply, armed appendage descended with intent to separating head from body.
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Death came quickly as the vulture's head was separated from its body. Its flailing, however, did not stop immediately. Several minutes would pass before the body went from flailing to quivering before finally becoming motionless.
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Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164
| Deceased |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER |
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Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya
& Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic
Angel |
Patience. The bird didn’t stop moving as quickly as Midas had predicted. A younger man might have found the whole situation slightly humorous; seeing as a headless body was still wiggling on its own accord. Steadily, and with silent respect—he waited until all was quiet again, when even quivering finally paused he bent to receive a mouthful of feathers before choosing to pick the creature up by feet and talons instead.
Dangling the weight from mouth Midas repeated steps 3 – 4 and returned to his egg. A tired wheeze came out, orbs turned to gaze at the ivory toned shell. Softening and somehow brightening his resolve, body turned with intent of hunting again—he had quite a treasure trove of food for the youngling. But heart was telling him that something else was needed to seal the feast.
A shifting sound in the bush took mind away from idle thinking; flashing red pelt caught his eye. A fox. Turning sharply Midas allowed magic to pool again, this time not taking long to form the required amount of granules; instead trusting that his instincts would understand the desire. Taking hasty aim he let the small bullet like balls fly again, narrowed this time instead of scattered. The smell of death was causing curious predators to come near.
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Your hasty aim causes your small sand bullets to miss the fox altogether. It scampers away unharmed.
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