Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2021 16:28:26 GMT
A set of eyes poked out of a bush, stalking its prey from a distance. The large shrub disguised him, making him undetectable to the unknowing herd grazing on the dew soaked grass. They'd lift their heads up every now and then at a slight sound, before going back to their meal. One of them looked in his direction. It had picked up his scent as its nostrils expanded and retracted while it smelled the air. But it blew it off as nothing and resumed.
The bush let out a sigh of relief. Thank god his cover wasn't blown. It was hard being stealthy with the odor he emitted. It ruined his getaways most of the time. He could recall the many times he'd be sniffed out by canines in the city even when he had a good hiding spot. The worst part was he could never wash it off no matter how many times he bathed. That and he'd always get mistaken for a chain smoker.
The eyes squinted for a moment, staring at the venison for a little longer before returning into the bush, leaving the opening used as a peeping hole empty. Soon after, out came a ball of gas flying into the middle of the herd. It broke its form and dispersed as black smoke. It filled the area, thickening like fog. When the smoke screen had finally set up, the watchful hunter emerged from his hiding spot. He had two sharpened wooden spears in each hand, and a determined look on his face.
He immediately went into the smog. The deer blindly fled in every direction and scampered to the rest of the forest. He looked around to find one he could easily hit. Once he saw the shape of one, he chucked a spear in its direction, cutting through the smoke. He listened closely until he heard a thud.
When the smoke finally settled, Dante emerged, eagerly looking around for his catch. His eyes stopped at a tree which his spear had stuck to like a dart on a dart board. No dead deer in sight. He groaned and snapped the spear he had with his knee. Slipped right through his hands again. Using his smoke seemed like a good idea at first to make hunting easier, but he failed to consider his own vision when he entered it, so of course his aim would be God awful.
"Bugs for breakfast again….I guess" Dante said while retrieving the single spear that targeted the tree. "And tree bark too…." He turned around and walked across the clearing, dragging the primitive weapon behind him in the grass. He knew he could've just torched the deer right then and there. It would've been quick, easy, efficient, and most importantly, cooked. But that would've been too easy. Not to mention overkill.
The idea and possibility of a single person tackling nature on their own with nothing but their ingenuity, grit, and simple tools was alluring to him. The difficulty alone was a bigger selling point for Dante. It would've been an impressive feat and the next step for him after leaving the city. An entirely new beast to conquer. Besides, in many respects it was better not having to deal with the added pressures of the city and law enforcement.
He'd be lying though if he said he didn't slightly overestimate his abilities and thought he'd be a natural survivalist overnight, something he understood, expected, yet hated.
Dante had entered the woods and walked for a while until he reached the river. He followed alongside the river, hoping to find his camp. He spotted two shapes in the distance but couldn't quite tell what they were. It could've been his eyes playing tricks on him, though they seemed to be getting closer. Were they people? He didn't exactly expect others to be residing in the forest. He didn't know many who dared to enter it, or heard from any who did afterward. As much as the city was a pain in the ass to live in, people took their chances, weighing it as a lesser evil compared to the no man's land that was the forest. Of course a madman like him ran into it without a second thought.
He spun his spear upright and gripped it tightly as he approached. It was best to be ready for whatever he'd be greeted with. It hadn't been too long since he got into a fight, but he still considered himself a bit rusty, especially after staying here for a week.
The bush let out a sigh of relief. Thank god his cover wasn't blown. It was hard being stealthy with the odor he emitted. It ruined his getaways most of the time. He could recall the many times he'd be sniffed out by canines in the city even when he had a good hiding spot. The worst part was he could never wash it off no matter how many times he bathed. That and he'd always get mistaken for a chain smoker.
The eyes squinted for a moment, staring at the venison for a little longer before returning into the bush, leaving the opening used as a peeping hole empty. Soon after, out came a ball of gas flying into the middle of the herd. It broke its form and dispersed as black smoke. It filled the area, thickening like fog. When the smoke screen had finally set up, the watchful hunter emerged from his hiding spot. He had two sharpened wooden spears in each hand, and a determined look on his face.
He immediately went into the smog. The deer blindly fled in every direction and scampered to the rest of the forest. He looked around to find one he could easily hit. Once he saw the shape of one, he chucked a spear in its direction, cutting through the smoke. He listened closely until he heard a thud.
When the smoke finally settled, Dante emerged, eagerly looking around for his catch. His eyes stopped at a tree which his spear had stuck to like a dart on a dart board. No dead deer in sight. He groaned and snapped the spear he had with his knee. Slipped right through his hands again. Using his smoke seemed like a good idea at first to make hunting easier, but he failed to consider his own vision when he entered it, so of course his aim would be God awful.
"Bugs for breakfast again….I guess" Dante said while retrieving the single spear that targeted the tree. "And tree bark too…." He turned around and walked across the clearing, dragging the primitive weapon behind him in the grass. He knew he could've just torched the deer right then and there. It would've been quick, easy, efficient, and most importantly, cooked. But that would've been too easy. Not to mention overkill.
The idea and possibility of a single person tackling nature on their own with nothing but their ingenuity, grit, and simple tools was alluring to him. The difficulty alone was a bigger selling point for Dante. It would've been an impressive feat and the next step for him after leaving the city. An entirely new beast to conquer. Besides, in many respects it was better not having to deal with the added pressures of the city and law enforcement.
He'd be lying though if he said he didn't slightly overestimate his abilities and thought he'd be a natural survivalist overnight, something he understood, expected, yet hated.
Dante had entered the woods and walked for a while until he reached the river. He followed alongside the river, hoping to find his camp. He spotted two shapes in the distance but couldn't quite tell what they were. It could've been his eyes playing tricks on him, though they seemed to be getting closer. Were they people? He didn't exactly expect others to be residing in the forest. He didn't know many who dared to enter it, or heard from any who did afterward. As much as the city was a pain in the ass to live in, people took their chances, weighing it as a lesser evil compared to the no man's land that was the forest. Of course a madman like him ran into it without a second thought.
He spun his spear upright and gripped it tightly as he approached. It was best to be ready for whatever he'd be greeted with. It hadn't been too long since he got into a fight, but he still considered himself a bit rusty, especially after staying here for a week.