003rd Piece - [video/action]
[I was just thinking...it's funny how sometimes roles get reversed in life. Not everything's set in stone, y'know. Just goes to show you, you shouldn't get too comfortable, no matter what you do. Sometimes you're on the top of the food chain your whole life, king of the mountain, and something else can drop in from out of the blue and kick your right down to the bottom.
Things can even change in Dissimulo. The town's not too big, and with all the new folks turnin' up every day, it ain't too dangerous, so long as everybody's lookin' out for each other. Relatively speakin', of course. Still, the further out in the woods you get, of course things are gonna get a little hairy. Packs of wolves are always roaming around - they're far enough away to keep from being worried on a daily basis, but they're always just a little visible, and on nights when the moon gets bright 'n full, you can always hear them singing a bluesy ballad together. They're hungry, and they take what they want.
But roles can get reversed. Sometimes you're the hunter, and sometimes...heh, you're the hunted.
The fog's gotten so bad today that your eyes just ain't worth a lick. Gotta rely on other senses, and experience comes in handy. The Kid here, he's got plenty - just try wandering the wilds without being able to see more than a foot in front of you. Quiet and low to the ground, Kid draws back the lean string of his bow; taut as it is, it takes a strong and steady hand to pull that thing back and let 'er fly. You gotta be patient, too, and find just the right spot. Thankfully, Kid's got all of the above, perfectly blended into a thick grove of brush and trees, and there's a few of those wolves in a small clearing up ahead; his eyes are wide open and focused on the nearest one.
Like it's comin' clean out of thin air, an arrow flies out from the brush, singing as it cleaves through the fog. The wolf lets out a little yelp, then falls over. The others, finally sensing danger, bolt off deeper into the woods.
Just as he steps out of the bush and approaches his kill, Kid's video feed clicks on. He's lookin' a bit somber after the kill, but food's food, and there'll be a warm fur pelt handy if anyone needs it.]
Be on the lookout today, everyone...this fog is just awful.
Things can even change in Dissimulo. The town's not too big, and with all the new folks turnin' up every day, it ain't too dangerous, so long as everybody's lookin' out for each other. Relatively speakin', of course. Still, the further out in the woods you get, of course things are gonna get a little hairy. Packs of wolves are always roaming around - they're far enough away to keep from being worried on a daily basis, but they're always just a little visible, and on nights when the moon gets bright 'n full, you can always hear them singing a bluesy ballad together. They're hungry, and they take what they want.
But roles can get reversed. Sometimes you're the hunter, and sometimes...heh, you're the hunted.
The fog's gotten so bad today that your eyes just ain't worth a lick. Gotta rely on other senses, and experience comes in handy. The Kid here, he's got plenty - just try wandering the wilds without being able to see more than a foot in front of you. Quiet and low to the ground, Kid draws back the lean string of his bow; taut as it is, it takes a strong and steady hand to pull that thing back and let 'er fly. You gotta be patient, too, and find just the right spot. Thankfully, Kid's got all of the above, perfectly blended into a thick grove of brush and trees, and there's a few of those wolves in a small clearing up ahead; his eyes are wide open and focused on the nearest one.
Like it's comin' clean out of thin air, an arrow flies out from the brush, singing as it cleaves through the fog. The wolf lets out a little yelp, then falls over. The others, finally sensing danger, bolt off deeper into the woods.
Just as he steps out of the bush and approaches his kill, Kid's video feed clicks on. He's lookin' a bit somber after the kill, but food's food, and there'll be a warm fur pelt handy if anyone needs it.]
Be on the lookout today, everyone...this fog is just awful.