"A hunting I will go, hi-ho the dairy-oh a hunting I will go." Mads sang in the brisk morning air as he approached Tino and Berwald's hut and banged obnoxiously on the door. "WAKE UP SVENK, Short-Stuff! Today we bring back food for squaws and little braves."
Tino's groggy voice could be heard from within. "You better be calling me Little Brave
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While Eduard and Tino moved along with their bows in hand and quivers full of arrows on their backs, Gilbert was trekking alongside Mads and Berwald. The way he figured it, because of his pasty albino complexion and hair, he would probably be much better at the creeping around and hunting game if there was snow outside. Regardless, he was actually thoroughly starting to get into the whole venture and really hoped he would be lucky enough to have a hand in the kill or at least some part of the process. He had been able to prepare and serve a meal for Eduard, now it was time to see if he could well and truly start the process from scratch. Not to mention the blood would make awesomely badass facial warpaint.
"My vote's for boar." Gilbert answered.
At that, Eduard chimed in with a suppressed chuckle. "Unless of course you have to treat it gentle like moose meat. We've got no Swedish ladies here."
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"Boar or venison for me. I don't care either way."
"Me neither." Chirped in Tino. "Just so long as we see it long before it sees us. If we get charged our arrows," he motioned to Eduard and himself, "won't do much at close range to protect us from being gored. Stab with your spears if it gets up on us." He nodded. (But knowing full well that Bear would never let a boar get even that close to him.)
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"If we want boar we walk two more miles north along this game trail The huntmaster said that's prime area. Keep eyes open, they can suddenly just appear out of the low growth, you won't see them coming like deer." Berwald cautioned waiting for the group to make a decision already.
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Eduard looked at his boyfriend in quiet appreciation for the show of concern and surprise at seeing such a reaction from the albino. It always made his stomach tingle and flutter a bit in an embarrassingly unmanly way whenever Gilbert got territorial or protective over him and this time was no different. The thought left Eduard with a smile. "We'll be fine, Gil. Ti's a fine shot and I'm not too bad myself. I don't scream like a girl either, so it's alright."
"Ja, you don't scream like a girl, but we can test just what you DO sound like later. Kesesesesese..." Gilbert grinned, his hand straying from Eduard's arm to his backside, causing the Estonian to flinch. Letting the genius stew with that feeling for a while, Gilbert turned back to Berwald and Mads. "What are we waiting for now, ja? We're going to need to kill something huge if we're all going to eat."
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"Remember Gil." Mads interjected. "You want to stab the boar, not pole vault over it. I'm just saying something, because I had this really fucked up mental image of you-"
He was interrupted by a jovial jab in the arm from Tino's fist, shutting him up so he'd stop scaring the wild life, and motioning for him to follow Berwald.
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All was silent and Berwald was listening to the forest around him. Listen for any tell tale signs of twigs snapping or the sound of boars huffing and snuffling the ground looking for food.
He held his finger up to his lips and motioned for everyone to keep quiet with eyes and ears OPEN.
The HUNT was On...
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Once the hunt was well and truly ON though, Gilbert fell into his place with Berwald and Mads at the head of the group while Eduard straightened his glasses and crept along the trail with Tino with their bows.
Eduard could not help but start to get quite into the whole venture. He felt a good deal like Boba Fett pursuing a bounty on some distant outer rim planet and it made him feel more than a little badass. "K'uur..." He whispered in Mando'a, getting far into the moment. This was a lot more than just a NERF fight in the backyard. This was real hunting, complete with great risk but also great reward. "Oya! Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur..."
((Shhh...Let's hunt. It's a good day for someone ELSE to die... -In the language of the Mandalorians))
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And while he might have called his best bro a nerd, he loved that shit. Eduard, using nerdy languages, could send Tino into a fit of laughing out of his wonder that the Estonian could have assimilated another language so quickly.
"The boars probably understand Mandalo'a and are now running away. We will now starve." He whispered before containing himself and trying to get back to his serious expression... especially after his ears picked up a rustling in the brush some yards away.
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Was that movement he heard not far off?
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He didn't really hear the first twig snap, but when other ears began turning to the rustling in the bush, Gilbert gripped his spear a little more firmly and made sure he could see Eduard if he needed to. Like hell he'd let anything happen to that hot piece of genius. With himself, Berwald, and Mads at the head of the group, if anything did jump out and charge, at least the others would have enough time to find a tree.
Gilbert also hoped that seeing his pasty white hide sneaking through the trees would give their positions away to any prey close by. It was highly unlikely, but how the hell was he supposed to know? He'd never been hunting before.
Time to focus, Gilbert. Some giant, hairy beast is going to jump out of those bushes and attack you. It'll be like that drunk fuckhead that took a swing at you last time you were at Oktoberfest. Just don't end up getting shot in the arsch by an arrow or something...
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Mads only produced enough sound to gulp. He took a second to glance around at each member of their party, they were safe for now, he was content with that. Now he was prepared to deal some death.
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Not making a sound he moved on the opposite side of the rustling underbrush. Flanking the most likely area with Mathias immediately opposite and Gilbert at a second strike position. Eduard and Tino at the end of the column, at a goo place to fire arrows safely at the end of the column of hunters.
He directed everyone to make a long column, but enough room between them and a wide enough avenue so they weren't going to hurt EACH OTHER if something decided to pop out of the brush with a nasty attitude.
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Was that snuffling and rooting around he heard from the bushes??
Alongside Tino in behind of the three others, Eduard silently drew and knocked his arrow, paying close attention to the bushes they were all surrounding. He had been to target practice with Tino more times than he could remember, but he had yet to actually hunt and kill a real animal. The thought of doing so was thrilling and sent a small wave of goosebumps over the Estonian's skin. It was now HIS turn to "man up" for a change.
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"FIRE!" Berwald shouted as he went for the second beast that was headed right at his leg and he jammed his spear as hard as he could into the neck of the beast, it was still struggling and going to put a nice puncture wound in his leg with a tusk if Mads or Gilbert didn't also poke this stubborn male trying it's damnedest to gore the shit out of Berwald while he was bleeding to death. It was a mortal wound but the old man had fighting spirit. A LOT of it and he was massive. He was probably three hundred pounds easily and giving Berwald a fight indeed. It was a good thing Berwald had a LONG, and STRONG handle on that spear.
He hoped Tino and Eduard managed to take care of the female SOW on their own because he couldn't help them and keep himself injury free too. Damn it. He hadn't expected two beasts. And not two massively large beasts either. And Berwald was very, VERY strong.
He hoped there weren't anymore, because boars had a harem of sows.
"WATCH OUT FOR OTHERS!" Berwald grunted in warning just in case.
"Come on you bastard. DIE." Berwald growled twisting his spear to try and kill this beast quickly. Boar tusks could cut like razor blades and he wanted his legs out of range of the thrashing angry bastard. Berwald was covered in spurting blood. Right across his glasses too. Fuck.
(Just so you can see how BIG they can be)
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Gilbert full attention was on the struggle of trying to bring down the beastly boar. So much so that he failed to feel or notice sting of a stick from the forest undergrowth scraping along the skin of his lower leg, leaving a wound of his own. It paled in comparison though to the wounds they were leaving in to boar at the end of their spears. A bit of torn cloth and one of Siguard's herbal poultices and he should be fine.
Meanwhile, Eduard's blue-green eyes opened wide and he took a deep breath to steady himself in the face of a charging best that weighed about as much as he himself did. In his normally calm, trained mind, he counted down to three and let loose his first arrow before quickly reaching back to draw and knock another. He wasn't as good a shot as Tino and his first shot struck just below the right eye, causing the sow to stumble before righting herself and resuming the charge. Feeling very much like a Mandalorian soldier faced with a snarling pack of Trandoshan fighters, Eduard tried his best to focus once more. If this one didn't hit somewhere vital, it was going to be up the tree for them. "Ne shab'rud'ni…" He uttered before letting the shot go.
((Ne shab'rud'ni…= Don't mess with me, in Mando'a (extremely strong warning - much stronger than jurkadir - and likely to be followed by violence))
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