Despite my earlier worries about the sounds of distress I heard upon entering the woods, my hunting was rather uneventful.
At first that is.
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Twang! Thump!
Sounds of deer hooves soon filled the air as the herd quickly ran away, startled by the sudden collapsed of one of their brethren, signaling danger.
I cursed when my arrow missed the vital point of the deer when it unexpectedly moved at the very last second. I quickly reached back for another arrow as the buck tried to run away, it's movements being hampered by the arrow lodged in its shoulder, aimed, and fired at the deer, this time, landing my mark.
I breathed out as I relaxed against the truck of the tree, the adrenalin flowing out of my system now that the deer is dead. Poor thing.
I jumped out of the tree I was nestled in and groaned as I landed; maybe leaping directly out of a tree after crouching there for a couple of hours wasn't such a good idea after all... I up and stretched by back as I walked over to the deer carcass. I scowled as I looked down upon it; it was a bloody mess.
"How in the hell...?" I murmured to myself, trying to think of a way to carry this big ass deer without getting drenched in blood.
Let it bleed out? ...Nah, scavengers will be all on that shit, even with me here... And I'm too lazy to shoo them away. Maybe I should just drag it?
I hummed as I gave a sympathetic look to the deer. I don't really want to drag it; it seems to degrading for the poor thing. Isn't it enough that I'm about to eat it?
Maybe if I just picked it up and ran to my house as fast as I can? But then my back would start hurting... Nah, I'm just being lazy...
I looked up to the sky. Whatever I'm about to do, I need to hurry up and make up my mind - it's noon and I know it's gonna take a while to skin the deer and junk. I looked at the deer and pouted.
Guess I'm just gonna hafta drag it...
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Times like this makes me wish that I wasn't suck a lazy ass...
Underneath my mask, I was scowling to myself. Currently, I was dragging the deer carcass with a rope I had tied to it's legs. I looked back and winced at the sight of the deer being lolled around to and fro by my actions, bumping into tree trucks, antlers getting caught in roots and shit... I adjusted my grip and continued on with a long suffering sigh.
"I'm not sure if this deer meat is worth all this damn trouble...," I grumbled aloud, suddenly overcame with the immense urge to go home and forget about everything for a few hours.
At that moment, I began to hear the faint sound of someone shouting. I furrowed my eyebrows at the sounds (and gave a scowl at the sensation of my glasses slipping down the bridge of my nose) and walked towards the direction of where the noise originated, not that I had a choice in the matter; it was coming from my house, after all.
I continued my trek to my home with renewed vigor, wanting to hurry up and close the distance to check out what was going on near my home. I adjusted my glasses with the back of my hand, making them glint in the afternoon light.
I hope whoever it is is okay...
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The sight that I saw was rather pitiful. Upon exiting the clearing, I was greeted with the familiar sight of my home, but accompanied with it was two men, both dressed in hiking clothes composed of loose white T-shirts and cargo pants tucked into hiking boots. At least that's what the clothing was supposed to look like. They were covered up to the ear in dirt and grime... One was sprawled out in the grass, limp, with his head propped on the other male's lap. The other male seemed to be crying (I couldn't exactly tell, his face was obscured by long locks of blue hair), cradling his companion's head while hunched over him. As I walked closer, I could see the cause of the blue haired man's distress. His friend, a blond with a sweaty and pale complexion, had a large gash over his abdomen. The wound was covered with a makeshift bandage, a spare shirt maybe?, and even from this distance, I could see the large splotch of blood staining it. The sight of it caused me to let go of the rope anchored to the deer carcass and rush towards the duo.
Halfway there, the blue haired man looked up towards me, hearing my footsteps. When his eyes landed on me, they zeroed in on my lower body and then my weapons; whatever he saw cause him to scream like a fucking banshee.
"Gide damn!" His scream caught me off guard, causing me to yelp myself.
Bluey tried to scramble away, but he was quickly reminded of his unconscious blond companion on his lap and stilled his movements. He, instead, looked up at me defiantly, shielding his companion with his body.
"St-stay away!" He shouted out shakily, but with an undertone of determination.
I held up my hands while stepping back, looking at him with raised eyebrows.
"Sure, whatever you say princess," I remarked, "I just-"
"You're not going to kill us!" Bluey shouted, his voice tinged with a touch of desperation.
"Uh...," one my hands reached behind my head to scratch at it while the other lowered, "Okay? Why would I do that in the first place?"
Bluey scowled at me while pointing at my legs. I looked down and let out a faint, "Oh," at the sight: my shins were covered in blood from where I knelt down to tie up the deer.
"I swear it's not what it looks like-," Yeah, like he'll believe me. I look shady as hell.
"Like hell I'll believe you!"
I sighed irritably. By Thioriginell! This is why I can't help people - they always throw my kindness in my fucking face. I pointed towards the dead deer a ways away.
"Look," I said whist pointing, "This blood on me belongs to that deer."
Bluey's brown eyes reluctantly slid away from my person towards the carcass. His eyes then slid back to me before they jumped back to the sight of the dead deer, like he couldn't believe the coincidence of this happening. His eyes finally settled on me and he began to worry his lip between his teeth as his eyebrows began to furrow together. Bluey's eyes trailed away as he began to murmur softly to himself; he seemed to be weighing his choices. I took this time to examine Blonde.
He didn't seem too well off. His chest was rising quickly and irregularly and his face seemed sweaty and too flushed. I sighed when Bluey seemed to take too long to make up his mind.
"Oh-kay!" I exclaimed suddenly, startling Bluey, "You have two choices: Let me help your friend and give you shelter or take you and your half dead friend out of here, endangering yourselves to the unforgiving whelms of Mother Nature and her children."
I know I sounded a bit harsh, but I honestly wanted to dissuade any notion of leaving here with Blonde in such a terrible condition.
Bluey's eyes landed back on me and his face twisted into a scowl at my statement. He let out a pent up sigh and nodded begrudgingly.
"Alright, alright," He said while looking down at his companion, "Help us."
I gave a huff, Could've said please...
I gestured to my front door and told him to carry his friend inside as I turned my back to retrieve my deer. I raised my eyebrows when Bluey shook his head.
"I-I don't have enough strength," he said softly, a bit of pink staining his cheeks.
I gave an, "Ah," in acknowledgment and turned back around to pick up Blonde, ignoring Bluey's sudden tensing up. Little pussy.
I adjusted the dead weight in my arms and nodded towards the door.
"Could you open it, please?" I asked, looking down at the other male.
Bluey stared up at me before scurrying towards the door to do so with a strange look on his face that I recognize all too well. I scowled underneath my mask.
Thioriginell, I can't that scary am I...?
I rolled my eyes.
Well, I mean, it's totally not as if I'm covered in blood or anything, I thought sarcastically as I walked inside my home, Duh, Kain, you're probably scary as fuck right now.
I kicked the door closed and ventured into the hallway with Bluey hot on my heels.
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That weird word (Thioriginell): (Thee-oh-re-gi-nel)