Long Lost Chapter one: Out Hunting
Hasten slowly gets up, not remembering why or where he is originally.
His memory slowly faded back, remembering that they had been running considerably low on food for this week. He likes having more food than needs in case of emergencies.
As he gets out of bed quickly, he sees stirring at the quarter of his eye, and looks over to see his two children.
Caitia, who was at the time eight years of age, few months to go until she is nine.
And Sparke, who was slightly older, was ten until one month ago.
They had both been trained throughly to survive without their father, in the event that the would be separated from each other.
Hasten continues on, getting his bow, knife, and his quiver filled with arrows.
He walks, still quiet, through the door about five feet in front of their beds, one bed for each person.
He finds himself in the dining room, the second room out of three of his house. The dining room had a lantern cold and dead on the table, and a white silk tablecloth that had a pattern of yellow flowers, and a mixture of red and blue berries. The chairs had a cloth of leather on the seat so the planks wouldn't be as unpleasant with their scratchy, dry wood.
There was another door to the left front of the table, which was on the far side and to the left. The chairs were on the right of the table, and both the table and the the chairs upon opposite sides of the wall.
Hasten looked around the room, then opened the door, and entered the last room.
This room is long off to the right, and on the long end is the exit, and one each side of the door is a window. There is a chest, furnace, and a crafting table that have their back to the wall, six feet in front of him.
Hasten walks through the door, immediatly a soft breeze ruffles his hair, and the green of the leave reach his eyes. He felt... happy, for the first time in a while.
He runs off at a slower pace, on the hunting trail he had made by flattening grass with a shovel. Into the forest and about an eighth of a mile farther. Until he had spotted deer. He stepped closer, attemping to shoot and stay silent. One of the deer heared a noise, his head immedietly went up, looking around at the forest surronding. She didn't see anything, so she continued grazing on the weeds and herbs.
The deer suddenly had a pain in her neck, and had difficulty breathing. Scared and not knowing what was happening, she ran off into the leaves, branches, and bushes as best she could. Her vision faded and so while running, she hit her hoof and tripped. She broke her leg, and was unable to get up, she was getting choked of air. Until she fell asleep, never to wake up again.
Hasten searched for a good twenty minutes for her, and whe he had found it a wolf had been eating her not longer than 3 minutes, and it's abdomen open and half-gutted. Hasten lunged himself behind a tree as the wolf looked back, thinking it was a bird, she returned to feasting. Hasten shot it loosely in the flank to scare it off without killing it. He recognized her, she had once been human until cursed by a witch for intrusion, though the witch had stolen from her, and she was there to reclaim what she had lost.
Hasten walked over and attempted to carry this deer back to his house, so he could skin, gut, and butcher her for dinner.
He brought it over on a table surrounded by bushes on the south side of his house, the entrance was on the east side so they could view the sunset. He set it down, his hands were drenched in red because of the wolf spoiling it slightly, but once he cooked it there wouldn't be a trace left of the wolves infectious parasites. The smells were rancid, putrid even, but it would always be that way when butchering animals for meat.
Hasten hears footsteps in the house, and Caitia comes out for fresh air, while the air was fresh, it was fresh deer guts.
"I smell the catch of the day." She says, seeming happy despite the stench.
"This is no fish." He replies.
"Well I can see that, nice mess. Was it a wolf again?" She asked, squinting because of the sun in her face. She didn't mind the mess, as she was raised know survival tactics, some of them grotesque, but she was ready to use them as long as it meant going on living.
"Yes, I didn't kill because it was Layela." He said, a slight sadness coming to him.
"Oh..." She says looking down. "I'll go and wake Sparke.".
He looked out up into the blue sky. "Don't get in my way Layela." He thought. "I will kill you if you make me.".
This one is short just because.. well... slow beginings.
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