Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27396384-20170703182714/@comment-27458579-20170725123853

I look to the boy directing me into the charred, devastated area and nod my head in an agreement. "Sure," I say blandly as I adjust the bow and arrow so it is now firmly in my grip, slowly stalking over to the coppice. "I can hunt for you all, too. Won't be an issue to get the meat cooked." I say with a hint of a joking tone to my voice, but probably not enough for anybody to pick up on it.

Stalking towards the forest, my feet are gently placed in intricate areas in an attempt to not step on any dry leaves, twigs, or any other natural findings that'll make my precense obvious. Stepping further into the enclosure of trees, bushes, and burned logs, I quietly turn my head to the left when I hear a very delicate, soft sounding animal jump. Surely enough, it's a rabbit. A large one, at that. I smirk as I think to myself, this is almost too easy. I slowly remove an arrow from the quiver on my back, position it in between the wires and the base of the longbow, and let the arrow fly into the rabbit's neck, piercing it instantly and allowing it to fall to the ground. I sigh as I walk towards it, retrieving my arrow back and picking it up by the ears.

I continue to amble on in the forest as I smile, feeling at home at last. Exploring my surroundings, I realize that there isn't much other than a lot of burned trees and dry pine needles on the ground. Slowly but surely, I walk back to the group of people with the dead rabbit in my hand and slowly just shake my hand before saying "There's nothing really in there. Other than some small animals." I say as I lift my arm to show them the dead rabbit, its body swaying in my grip almost pathetically. My last pit stop is to walk a couple of feet to the shoreline to wash off this bloody arrow.