Post by volibear on May 9, 2013 10:36:13 GMT -5
March 14, 23CLE (The intention was set roughly a week or two after the Vold invasion, I'll correct this date as it needed)
The northern land ran white and grey. A deep snow had covered the otherwise grey tundra. It was plenty and deep enough to ensnare though that weren’t wary of their weight against the while terrain. However for a boar, it meant nothing. His hoofs were larger to spread his weight against the powdery cold, while the boar ran across the field. Stopping in mid run, it turned its head two directions sniffing about along the ground. A white furred Ursine followed closely, slightly armored at his wrists, sniffing the ground in turn. The boar paused and looked at a particular directing before running off in a sprint. The bear followed on all fours.
There was a rocky outcrop with a group of trees, long petrified by death of endless winter. The boar sniffed closer to the largest of the trees, digging a particular spot with this hoof as he did. The Ursine stopped just behind the boar, reaching with its claw towards it…
Volibear grabbed the boar by the reins, pulling it aside. He didn't trust the creature to do the next part. He begun digging at the spot the boar marked. The snow kicked in a dust of fury behind him, then followed by a dust of grey dirt. The digging slowed as the white fungus come in view on the large root of the dead trees. A rake of his claw pushed away the last of the dirt, revealing the various array of mushrooms. Whitestone truffles, a hard-to-find comestible around the world, were a common treasure for those that are acquainted with gathering. They could fetch for around twenty gold, and eighty-sixty valor each, as they were consider a delicacy in three city-states. He gathered the truffles up, plucking them one by one off the tree root, and throwing them into the bag. The boar looked as the Ursine gather them up, giving him a complaining snort for not being able to eat.
“Bristle, you know what would have happened if she found you eating these up.” Volibear retorted. “I wouldn't be surprised if she'll put you on a split over an open flame if you helped yourself.”
The boar squealed at the remark. He knew who the Ursine meant by she without saying the name. Its large body lay down on the snow until the bear carried the budging sack over his shoulder and made his march to camp. Bristle followed in turn, but paused as he noticed one of the truffles in the snow. It was on its side, as it was plucked recently. The Ursine kept moving towards the camp and didn't care stop to retrieve the food. Bristle looked at the truffle, which was unnaturally dropped on the ground, before grabbing it and eating it in one gulp. The boar took an extra measure to wipe its snout along the snow, before rejoining the bear’s side.
Volibear knew the boar was weak from hunger and unable to show such a feeling in front of Sejuani. The main village of the Winter’s Claw lost a large deal of food during the Void invasion. The Ursine were not spared from this, as their food supply started to dwindle as the invasion scared away most of the herds from their lands. To resolve this, Volibear proposed a joint hunt between them against some of the more dangerous quarry the north has to offer. He didn't mentioned that the hunt could possibly scare the herds back to the lands, but they didn't need that information as the hunt of stronger prey seems to be the medicine the warrior’s flailing and starving spirits.
The invitation went out to the nearby tribes of the Ursine and Winter’s Claw. It didn't take long for hunting camp to budge with warriors from either. He found the Ursine, conversing and laughing with some of the humans. There was even a ring draw out with rocks, where the patrons wrestled against each other to past the time. Bristle ran away from Volibear, going off to return to a particular warrior’s side.
(NOTE: Be careful if you join this as Avarosan, as many people in this camp will welcome you with something blunt or sharp.))
The northern land ran white and grey. A deep snow had covered the otherwise grey tundra. It was plenty and deep enough to ensnare though that weren’t wary of their weight against the while terrain. However for a boar, it meant nothing. His hoofs were larger to spread his weight against the powdery cold, while the boar ran across the field. Stopping in mid run, it turned its head two directions sniffing about along the ground. A white furred Ursine followed closely, slightly armored at his wrists, sniffing the ground in turn. The boar paused and looked at a particular directing before running off in a sprint. The bear followed on all fours.
There was a rocky outcrop with a group of trees, long petrified by death of endless winter. The boar sniffed closer to the largest of the trees, digging a particular spot with this hoof as he did. The Ursine stopped just behind the boar, reaching with its claw towards it…
Volibear grabbed the boar by the reins, pulling it aside. He didn't trust the creature to do the next part. He begun digging at the spot the boar marked. The snow kicked in a dust of fury behind him, then followed by a dust of grey dirt. The digging slowed as the white fungus come in view on the large root of the dead trees. A rake of his claw pushed away the last of the dirt, revealing the various array of mushrooms. Whitestone truffles, a hard-to-find comestible around the world, were a common treasure for those that are acquainted with gathering. They could fetch for around twenty gold, and eighty-sixty valor each, as they were consider a delicacy in three city-states. He gathered the truffles up, plucking them one by one off the tree root, and throwing them into the bag. The boar looked as the Ursine gather them up, giving him a complaining snort for not being able to eat.
“Bristle, you know what would have happened if she found you eating these up.” Volibear retorted. “I wouldn't be surprised if she'll put you on a split over an open flame if you helped yourself.”
The boar squealed at the remark. He knew who the Ursine meant by she without saying the name. Its large body lay down on the snow until the bear carried the budging sack over his shoulder and made his march to camp. Bristle followed in turn, but paused as he noticed one of the truffles in the snow. It was on its side, as it was plucked recently. The Ursine kept moving towards the camp and didn't care stop to retrieve the food. Bristle looked at the truffle, which was unnaturally dropped on the ground, before grabbing it and eating it in one gulp. The boar took an extra measure to wipe its snout along the snow, before rejoining the bear’s side.
Volibear knew the boar was weak from hunger and unable to show such a feeling in front of Sejuani. The main village of the Winter’s Claw lost a large deal of food during the Void invasion. The Ursine were not spared from this, as their food supply started to dwindle as the invasion scared away most of the herds from their lands. To resolve this, Volibear proposed a joint hunt between them against some of the more dangerous quarry the north has to offer. He didn't mentioned that the hunt could possibly scare the herds back to the lands, but they didn't need that information as the hunt of stronger prey seems to be the medicine the warrior’s flailing and starving spirits.
The invitation went out to the nearby tribes of the Ursine and Winter’s Claw. It didn't take long for hunting camp to budge with warriors from either. He found the Ursine, conversing and laughing with some of the humans. There was even a ring draw out with rocks, where the patrons wrestled against each other to past the time. Bristle ran away from Volibear, going off to return to a particular warrior’s side.
(NOTE: Be careful if you join this as Avarosan, as many people in this camp will welcome you with something blunt or sharp.))
