Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27458579-20170625182511/@comment-27458579-20170628162455

I'm now fully in the cave when I drop the hunted prey in a corner of the subterranean. Their limp, motionless bodies lay ever so silently on the cold, rock ground. I sigh as I walk out of the cave, hunching my shouleders down slightly so I avoid hitting my head on the mouth of the cavern. I walk outside, watching Lua do her own thing. The scenery in here truly is beautiful. The trees are almost too beautiful. Too fake. But, as I run my fingers down the trunk of one abnormally gorgeous tree, it's bark. It's not fake material. It doesn't feel like it, anyway. There is little patches of light green moss every few inches on this tree. The leaves are shades of green. Each leaf is different, which is peculiar to me.

I walk just a few feet further as I squat down and pick up some twigs, dry pine needles, and dried out leaves. I also scoop up some moss and dirt, figuring it could be put to good use one way or another. I know that moss is a good absorbent for blood and water. If only I could get my hands on cobweb. Cobweb is very good at stopping blood from pouring out of a wound of any size. I remember back at home when somebody was walking in a crowd and accidentally poked their sword into my chest. It wasn't severe, but it did break skin. And enough for it to to bleed for a half hour. When I went back home to get the wound cleaned, my mother wrapped some cobweb on it. We aren't very rich back at 2, so we had to use what was there.

I snap back into reality as my hands are still in the dirt, grasping onto whatever fills my palm. But then that's when I realize it. A match! What is this doing here? Maybe somebody dropped it from their bag? It's a single match that is about as long as my thumb, but as thin as a pencil. It has a wooden base and a small, red ballpoint pen looking top to it. That's the part where you drag it across something to start a fire. This is great! I think to myself as my intial plan was to cook the food. Now, all that I have to do is not waste this. If I do, it won't be a huge deal, but it's still wasteful. I don't think you can reuse matches, either, because the red part eventually burns out and turns to dust.

I smile as find myself subconsciously walking back to the cave with the hand full of supplies. Twigs, leaves, pine needles, moss, dirty, and a singular match. I wanted to start a fire outside, mainly to avoid any sickening fumes that may emerge from the burning carcass of the prey, but that's a much more dangerous option and a risk I don't want to take at the moment. Safety precautions get the best of my decision and I choose to start the fire in the cave. What's the worst that can happen? It's just smoke. I take a very brief step to the left and unzip the backpack where my knife was finding refuge in. Now I have to skin the rabbit and pluck the bird's feathers. This doesn't really bother me as much as you would think, skinning an animal.

I finish this process and build a makeshift spit where I have the rabbit's body pierced with a branch that's propped up with other sturdy twigs. After a few short minutes, the rabbit is cooked. I then toss it to the side on the clean moss where it awaits to be hungrily devoured. I grab the bird and cautiously pluck the feathers from it, leaving not as much meat as I expected. ''Well, I guess it's better than nothing. It'll keep us held over until tomorrow. ''I say to myself internallly as I call out Lua's name in an alert that food is ready.