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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 3:34 pm
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On his last few traipses into the woods, various minipets had been hunted and slain in earnest. Shikoba had not been kidding when he had told Molpadia and Zelda that he was out for some blood after the disgraceful seed hunt he'd had. Yet even when his mind had been on the hunted he had come across a strange noise that haunted a certain portion of the Weeping Forest - a musical noise even. It was ponderous and nagged at the back of his mind. Was it one of the creatures he had come to hate?
If so, it was going to die.
Shikoba had noted that the musical tones were only heard in the latter part of the afternoon if not evening, and thus he allowed himself rest until 3 o'clock or so. He wasn't sure what sort of animal made that noise, but having witnessed how vicious some species could be, he wanted to be prepared. A small quiver of wooden arrows was slung over his shoulders, and several small knives were hidden within the cloth at his waist; if anything, he wanted to grip it with his bare hands and squeeze the life out of it, but he needed the practice. Grabbing his longbow, Shikoba pushed past the tent fabric and began to head out to the woods, a determined look on his face.
The only evidence that he was content was his humming.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 3:47 pm
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 4:31 pm
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Rustling of leaves, crunching of grass, and the four-note coo he sought. It was out a little earlier than expected today, but no matter. Dead before sundown. That was the goal at any rate - something to work towards. Idle hands made him grow an itch that festered, and even something as pointless as this little quest at least eased that pressure.
Crouched, Shikoba slid across the grass, an arrow nocked and ready to fire. The notes resounded again, leading him to the left. The flash of green, however, surprised him, and he straightened up to greet Yuzhi with a quirked brow, slowly letting the draw on his longbow go. "In trouble?" He cast a glance at her mud-tangled foot.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 2:15 am
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 3:28 pm
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Shik gazed down at Yuzhi for several seconds before he set his weapons down, leaned over, put his hands into her armpits, and with a steady force pulled her up and out at an angle - no, he was not going to ask for permission not touch her. The roots fought for control and coiled possessively about her heel, but once they were drawn out enough all it took was a swift stomp of his foot to break them off. "And here I thought nothing could stop you," he commented, the strangeness of the situation not lost on him.
And then the four note coo played again, a bit closer than last time. Immediately he let Yuzhi go and whipped his head towards the sound, eyes narrowing as he remembered his purpose. "Have you seen yet what makes that noise?" Shikoba asked as he picked his bow and arrow back up, knocking it in place.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 7:48 am
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"And it will make a beautiful screech when it dies," he added, eyes darting towards every movement in the trees. Yuzhi's huffy response to his intervention didn't bother him, so fixated was he on getting that damn bird. For ten seconds Shik stood with the knocked arrow, waiting for the sound of music.
Caaaawcaw -
SHCK!
The arrow flew to his left, piercing the breast of a young corrividus; it fell from the branch with a dull thump, dead before it hit the ground. Clicking his tongue impatiently, Shik jogged over and picked his kill up, avoiding the muddy pit his companion had fallen into while still scanning the skies.
"It's rather elusive," he grumbled, just as the selfsame four note coo sounded again, further away and merry in tune. Brows furrowed, he moved past the horseman to follow after.
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