heeeyyyy! guess what, im not grounded anymore OuO quick right? yeah XD I am happy, Im absolutely LOVING the weather here in VA, it's cloudy and its cold :) i love it! Dandy99: SUP DANDYMAN! and yes, i have read both the Abomination Vault and Death's Door. I LOVE them! The A. Vault is so amazing. It's very detailed and though it's serious alot, its hilarious at times! Death is so sarcastic in the book it makes me laugh so much XD War is also pretty epic, he's not TOO serious all the time, and it fits him perfectly :D Death's door, though a comic, i wish was a tad longer, but I still love it.. It gives a little insite on what things were like before even the A. Vault. You should read both, they're pretty flippin amazing :P Darkis Shadow: ha, youre very to the point and quaint, i like it XD i will write more dont worry :P Mythicalenchant: thank you ^_^ oh, my friend is OBSESSED with wattpad, but sadly i dont have an accound ;~; but i really wanna read your story now, so i might make one XD

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I clutched my growling stomach as I looking into the fridge. Out of food competently. Even the granola bars were gone. I admit, I ate them too quickly. They were so addicting though... Oh well, I'd go shopping after hunting. I need to talk to Macy anyway about that game she got her brother. This couldn't just be a coincidence. But if it was, then why me? Why would I be the the one to find these two strangers and not someone else? I guess that would just be something I'll never know.

Settling with just some chamomile tea, (as you've probably noticed, I'm addicted to tea. Sometimes i feel like a british person, no offense for being stereotypical), I wrapped my hands around the hot mug and walked to one of the many windows looking out towards the stables. All my animals were out and about jumping in the snow, except Dykus. Never before had i met such a stubborn, prissy cow. She was picky about literally everything, even how she slept, and that's why I love her.

I saw Death just outside the fences with Despair. He was stroking his horse's neck, and I can only assume he was wondering why his horse wasn't on fire Like normal. They seemed pretty happy to be reunited, which was good. You never separate a horse from their rider for too long, it was torture for both of them.

A low 'gruff' sounded beside me and I gently pat Foalen's head as he came to sit at my feet. I dunno what I'd do without all my animals, they saved my life.

The two of us watched as Death mounted the undead horse. He looked once back towards me before disappearing into the forest. Figuring that was the closest thing he'd ever give to a 'thank you', I sighed.

"Good luck. Hope you find whatever you're looking for." I was mildly surprised last night when he hadn't left, but came to the conclusion that he supposed it wasn't wise to travel in unfamiliar territory in the dead of night. I guess that was a good decision, but it didn't make me feel any better. I hardly got a blink of sleep knowing he could slit my throat in the middle of the night. Call me paranoid but don't expect me to trust a stranger after five hours.

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Now fully dressed in stark white snow overalls and brown gloves, hat, and boots (to blend in. Sadly, I don't own one of those gilly suits and camo obviously wouldn't work at the moment), I walked out to the stables with Foalen padding happily beside me. I envied his positiveness. I was still sore from yesterday and I was tired, making me cranky and untalkative.

With a grunt, I opened the stable doors just as Ruthad trotted in from the other side. He snorted and rubbed his head against my chest in a greeting and I ruffled his mane.

"Time to go hunting boy. Hope you had your fun, we've got a busy day." He bucked his head in response and watched as I hooked up the sled to him again after putting on his saddle and bridle. After he was set and ready to go, I led both him and Foalen to an old looking shed across the yard. It took some effort but I shoved the doors open to reveal a whole arsenal of gardening tools. I stepped over a shovel and a rack and picked up something under an old looking blue blanket. Throwing off the blanket, I revealed a smooth, black colored wooden style crossbow. It wasn't too big or too small. In cursive purple letters on the side of the handle were the words 'To Jonas'. This was going to be my older brother's 20th birthday present but I'd taken it when i had left. I felt bad at first but got over it soon. It came in handy. Guns were for protection, not hunting. I won't eat anything that's had a bullet in it's head.

Stringing the crossbow and quiver full of arrows over my shoulders, I walked back out and mounted Ruthad. He huffed and shifted his weight before I directed him towards the forest. As we passed, I happened to glance to my left and saw Despair's massive hoof prints leading into the dense trees. With a grimace, I turned Ruthad to the right and instead went the other direction into the woods. I'd rather not encounter Death a second time, he might just live up to his name. When we were far enough in the forest, I slid of the horse and walked a bit of ways before sitting down in a hill of snow, and after preparing my crossbow, sat completely still.

Foalen sat beside me, and if my sight didn't work, he was my ticket for a kill. We sat in silence, absolutely still for what seemed like half an hour. The only sounds were the birds above calling to each other, the occasional jingle from Ruthad's equipment when he shook the snow out of his mane, and the cracking of settling snow. But suddenly, there it was. I didn't see it at first, but I saw Foalen's ears fly up and the fur on his back rise slightly.

My grip on the weapon tightened as I saw the lumbering figure of a black bear. I was confused at first. Two things were wrong with this. Bears don't come up here normally, but I saw them that was during the summer. This bear should be in hibernation.

Suddenly, I noticed it's sluggish movement and slumped figure. This bear was woken up from it's winter sleep.

I swallowed and repositioned the crossbow. I took aim, holding my breath and willing my heart to stop beating erratically and slow down. My hands stopped their light shaking and were still. Ok, so there were only a couple things I was good at. Taking care of myself and animals, making food, being polite on occasion.. And hunting.

I took the shot and the bear didn't know what hit it as the arrow lodged itself in the animal's head, right in his left eye. It fell with a dull thump and I walked over to it. Foalen sniffed it over while i pulled out the arrow and wiped it off, silently thanking it for it's life. The bear was pretty big and would feed me for maybe five days, but it wouldn't hurt to get a few deer maybe.

Foalen whined and made a guttural noise and I looked where he was sniffing and gasped. From it's back leg to it's rump was a deep bleeding gash. It was a pristeen, clean cut that was the same width through all of it but one part was deeper than the other part. Neither a gun nor any other hunting utensil could or would do that. I mentally thanked my brother for being obsessed with weapons and passing some of his knowledge to me. From what I saw, I knew this was caused by a scythe.

Stupid Death, probably freaked out and attacked a hibernating bear on accident. Has he never seen a bear before or something? Whatever, it was out of it's misery now.

Putting the arrow back in the quiver, I dragged the heavy beast and let it lie on the sled. The waiting process repeated itself twice, getting myself two more deer, both bucks. My lucky day right?

It didn't take long to get back to the house and skin the animals, putting their pelts on a rack with the fire to dry, putting the meat in the fridge for later, then finally putting the bones to the side of one counter so Foalen had a treat. Quickly, I changed into some thick black jeans, a grey turtleneck, purple snow jacket, my regular scarf, boots, and jacket, and kept on the white hat. I may not live a very rich life, but that didn't mean I lost my sense of fashion.

Afterwards, I walked back out and was greeted by Foalen jumping up on his hind legs randomly and leaning on me, his tail wagging furiously. I smirked and roughly ruffled his fur playfully and hissed his nose. We broke apart and I jumped back onto Ruthad, patting his neck too so he wouldn't feel left out. With my mood restored, we started on our journey into town.


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