Post by Merida on May 27, 2019 20:55:36 GMT
(January 3rd,. Open thread, probably mid afternoon, for any who might have reason to be in the Enchanted Forest! c:)
The forest wasn't as quiet as one might think. Perhaps it wasn't the booming of war drums or the cheering of boisterous men clattering their plates and tankards at a dinner table, but all halls and homes had a fair amount of noise to them. The forest was no exception, especially not one that was told to be enchanted. Merida was no stranger to magic and enchantments, she often wondered if the Will-o-wisps were exclusive to her home or if they trailed off to other lands. Corona and the Enchanted Forest were distant to Dunbroch, it felt likely there were other legends being told here. She tread carefully upon the forest floor, bow in hand and an arrow knocked with her fingers around its feathery tail at the string.
She'd track down a pheasant, large and plump with its green and red feathered head peeking up over the shrubs as it bobbed down a deer path. Merida, tucked away near the base of a massive tree gently pulled the string of her bow back as she raised it and drew for her shot. The release and action was instantaneous, the whirl of the arrow whistling through the air as it plunked into its mark and she perked her head to confirm the shot was true. It was. And it'd be brought back to the Gilded Wings hideaway later. Putting a hand on the protruding waist-high root Merida jumped and swung both her legs over it like a vault, her boots padded softly on her landing as she then approached her loot.
Picking up the bird she withdrew the arrow and wiped it mostly clean on a nearby grass bed before returning it to her quiver on her back. She then deposited the pheasant into a hunting sack that she fastened to the side of her belt. A successful hunt, and not a moment too soon as she stood and found she wasn't going to be alone for too much longer. Someone was coming to her little clearing, whether they were coming to see or or simply out and about on their own travels. Regardless she had her bow at the ready in one hand, the other hand free and ready to snatch for an arrow that she'd only just put away moments ago.
The forest wasn't as quiet as one might think. Perhaps it wasn't the booming of war drums or the cheering of boisterous men clattering their plates and tankards at a dinner table, but all halls and homes had a fair amount of noise to them. The forest was no exception, especially not one that was told to be enchanted. Merida was no stranger to magic and enchantments, she often wondered if the Will-o-wisps were exclusive to her home or if they trailed off to other lands. Corona and the Enchanted Forest were distant to Dunbroch, it felt likely there were other legends being told here. She tread carefully upon the forest floor, bow in hand and an arrow knocked with her fingers around its feathery tail at the string.
She'd track down a pheasant, large and plump with its green and red feathered head peeking up over the shrubs as it bobbed down a deer path. Merida, tucked away near the base of a massive tree gently pulled the string of her bow back as she raised it and drew for her shot. The release and action was instantaneous, the whirl of the arrow whistling through the air as it plunked into its mark and she perked her head to confirm the shot was true. It was. And it'd be brought back to the Gilded Wings hideaway later. Putting a hand on the protruding waist-high root Merida jumped and swung both her legs over it like a vault, her boots padded softly on her landing as she then approached her loot.
Picking up the bird she withdrew the arrow and wiped it mostly clean on a nearby grass bed before returning it to her quiver on her back. She then deposited the pheasant into a hunting sack that she fastened to the side of her belt. A successful hunt, and not a moment too soon as she stood and found she wasn't going to be alone for too much longer. Someone was coming to her little clearing, whether they were coming to see or or simply out and about on their own travels. Regardless she had her bow at the ready in one hand, the other hand free and ready to snatch for an arrow that she'd only just put away moments ago.
