[OPEN] NO MORE BEAR MEAT

[wilder]

Who: Zelos and YOU
What: Sick of hanging around the Sanctum (and bear meat), Zelos decides to head out
Where: Silverglen Retreat
When: Todayish?
Warnings: Swearing and violence most likely

[A. Silverglen Retreat. OPEN TO RED, BRONZE AND GREEN FLIGHTS.]

[It seriously hadn't taken long for Zelos to be sick of hanging around the Sanctum and training all the time. Being kept somewhere for his safekeeping had never sat well with him, after all. So he worked on learning about the other areas from the dragons. Sure, most places in the area seemed to want to happily kill him- but it sounded like Silverglen Retreat would be alright for a first stop!]

[Especially if he wanted to get food that wasn't flame-cooked bear meat.]

[And so, ignoring warnings of how it was dangerous outside, he headed out to Silverglen Retreat. He made it there without incident, and once he proved he was a Redsworn, he was allowed in with only wary staresm - which was something he was used to anyway.]

[His hair probably makes him for an easy person to spot in the marketplace, and currently he's wandering the stalls trying to figure out how to get supplies in a trade-based economy when your life skills are well, limited, to say the least.]

[B. Forest outside Silverglen Retreat. OPEN TO ALL.]

[Eventually it seemed some elf decided to throw him a bone (or just get to stop hitting on their daughters for stuff) and made an arrangement that if he brought back a number of stag flanks- they'd give him some supplies he needed. Which hey, he could do that! He could fight, so that shouldn't be a problem, right?]

[Except, for one problem your character might come across, as he kneels over a stag that's clearly been killed by fire and sword cuts - a look of frustrated confusion very clear on his face]

Damn...where's the flank again?

Comments

[hyanaimne]

That is not so strange . . . where I lived in the capital, they did that quite often.

[she looks to the deer again and . . . makes a face] It is the lower part of the belly . . . I think.

[wilder]

Well not where I'm from. Gald did the talking.

[....]

You..think? About how sure are you?

[hyanaimne]

I do not know what gald is—gold?

[she's kneeling down, now, to investigate . . . without touching]

I am . . . fairly sure? I have done some hunting, but I never got a lesson in . . . which parts are eaten and which aren't.

[wilder]

Yeah, that's right. I dunno how it got that name.

[WEIRD TALES THING.]

Great..I only really saw it once it was skinned and ready to cook. But it's a good a guess as any.

[Which he'll take! He draws a dagger and looks at a spot to start cutting into]

[hyanaimne]

We have gold and silver . . . which are made into coins, for the most part.

[oh you crazy rpg characters.

She shifts to pull her knife from her boot to help, though she shoots him an amused look] Do you at least know this part?

[wilder]

Silver too? Huh!

[WEIRD.]

[He chuckles a little nervously] Sure sure! I know what it looks like...I think!

[hyanaimne]

Oh. Well, by all means.

[she gestures in a "go ahead" way]

[wilder]

Uh...right! Right!

[HE CAN DO THIS. He takes a breath and aims for a spot and JAMS HIS KNIFE IN]

[And from the purely nauseous smell that shows up, it looks like he hit the stomach!]

- Crap!

[hyanaimne]

I think you missed.

[is what she probably said in between all that laughter]

[wilder]

[He meanwhile is gagging from the smell]

Ya think?!

Jeez- that's awful! Ugh!

[hyanaimne]

That is quite disgusting, yes.

[wilder]

[He groans and tries cutting again- this time it doesn't unleash an awful smell!]

Ngh- that's better...I hope.

[hyanaimne]

[she makes an amused noise and reaches to cut a little lower - hey, it's close enough]

[wilder]

[And with that cut, they'll star to work through it until there's a good hunk of meat cut out of the stag]

Hey! I think we got it!

[hyanaimne]

And you only cut into the stomach once - that is fairly impressive.

[nope, she won't let him forget that anytime soon]

[wilder]

[Sob. Whatever he'll pretend its sincere]

Yeah! Maybe I got calling in dismemberment!

[hyanaimne]

My, are you certain? I wonder how true that is.

[wilder]

I dunno! I could say I could practice and see- but that sounds a bit psychotic.

[hyanaimne]

[her expression grows a bit serious]

But however will you improve if you do not practice?