A Hunting I Will Go...

Jan 11, 2012 00:12


"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 ( Read more... )

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darth_eduard January 19 2012, 03:34:12 UTC
"I agree, Ti." Eduard crept through the snow alongside Tino, the two of them making minimal noise. "We can't show them up all of the time." It nearly felt as though he'd finally managed to drag his best friend on a LARP with him...except this time it was REAL and they were actually going to hunt, clean, and kill their own dinner.It was also going to be their chance to shake off a bit of the "man-wife" title that their respective significant others had given them.

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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tino_suomi January 19 2012, 06:21:31 UTC
Mads barked out a laugh at Eduard's comment. Oh, he did love those videos.

"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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berwaldsverige January 19 2012, 06:36:11 UTC
"Ti, if a Bear charges either you or Eduard. You two get up a tree as fast as you can. Neither of you have the upper body strength to spear a boar that weighs four hundred pounds running on the hoof." Berwald looked HORRIFIED at the thought.

"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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darth_eduard January 20 2012, 07:07:35 UTC
At the mention of the possibility of Eduard being charged down by a boar, Gilbert took hold of his arm and gave the arrow-laden Estonian the sort of serious expression one normally NEVER saw out of him. "If something does start charging, I'm tossing you up the fucking tree myself, ja? A band-aid and a trip into the sauna isn't going to patch you up if any scheiße like that goes down."

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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tino_suomi January 20 2012, 08:48:51 UTC
Tino nodded, he may have little-dog-syndrome and act like he was bigger than his was, but in this situation he did not want to be mauled by a boar because of ego. He would shimmy up a tree like a little bear cub. He'd make Finland's national animal proud.

"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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berwaldsverige January 20 2012, 09:18:00 UTC
Berwald led the way to the area he was told they would more than likely run into game. The mists were still heavy in the forest as the sun crawled up into the morning sky.

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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i_got_5_meters January 20 2012, 20:36:52 UTC
Eduard was well accustomed to maintaining such a level of silence and concentration, but to see Gilbert doing the same...? His boyfriend was still full of surprises even still, it seemed. Although before they crept on, Gilbert did manage to give Mads a bit of a 'wtf?' look at his last comment. It was no time for their usual horsing around, although he did manage a bit of a jab to his friend's side.

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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tino_suomi January 21 2012, 01:44:13 UTC
"Oh my god you're such a nerd." Tino whispered very quietly into Eduard's ear, trying his best not to laugh out loud. He recognized the language Eduard was using... Eduard had used the phrase MANY a time turning paintball and nerf-gun games. It seemed like it was the Estonian's battle cry... except it was a little battle whisper.

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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berwaldsverige January 21 2012, 02:29:47 UTC
Berwald glared back at the two whisperers bringing up the rear of the party. Berwald gave them the "Be Quiet or I stab you both in the butt with my spear" glare before pausing to listen intently at the forest.

Was that movement he heard not far off?

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i_got_5_meters January 23 2012, 05:42:40 UTC
Eduard's grin at Tino's comment quickly fled his features when he found himself faced with one of Berwald's intimidating glares. He shouldn't really have made any noise at all in the first place, but still...that Swede could glare more frighteningly than Darth Maul or Emperor Palpatine. Eduard half expected to be struck with force lightening or the back end of a double bladed lightsaber if he and Tino didn't keep quiet. The thought was a little intimidating, but also slightly humorous in it's own way. The smile began to return to the Estonian's face, but quickly set into an alert and serious expression with the rustling in the bushes was heard.

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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tino_suomi January 24 2012, 00:19:49 UTC
Tino quietly and slowly pulled an arrow out of his quiver and knocked it, pointing it safely down at the ground as he listened and his sharp eyes scanned the brush and undergrowth. He wasn't about to whisper a word.

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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berwaldsverige January 24 2012, 01:47:44 UTC
Berwald gave a hand gesture for the party to fan out, give each other room to maneuver. QUIETLY. He pointed to where people should station themselves "at the ready" wordlessly.

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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i_got_5_meters January 24 2012, 21:06:52 UTC
At the Swede's subtle hand gesture, Gilbert crept quietly through the brush to the designated position, a grin of eagerness spreading across his pale, fuzzed face. He didn't look back for Eduard this time because if he took his eyes off the position of the rustling for even a moment, their quarry would get away from them. That and Eduard was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. As much as Gilbert, deep down, loved playing the knight in shining armor role, he knew he couldn't do it all the time.

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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tino_suomi January 25 2012, 13:21:10 UTC
Tino shifted his movement just a little bit more and he could see it. Little feet and a snout rooting around on the brush and bush. He needed to move a little bit more, if he could just see the beast's face he could plant a shot right through the eye. Based on the snout and the feet it was just about facing him and Eduard too. He directed the arrow's point towards where the creature's face would be when it finally emerged. Tino gave Eduard a pointed look. The look that said: "Get your arrows ready in the event that I somehow miss. I don't care if you think I'm going to shoot, shoot it as well when it comes out, one of us is sure to land a killing blow so the poor beast doesn't have to suffer." ... Alright, maybe the look didn't convey everything that Tino was thinking, but it at least could convey that Eduard should join in him taking the shot... just in case he missed... it was unlikely that he would, but in the event he did he didn't want a wounded boar charging through him either. Best make for certain the beast dies.

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berwaldsverige January 25 2012, 18:56:04 UTC
Everyone was ready and poised to strike, but what no one expected was the beast they were paying attention to, had a mate, who had spotted them and then both beasts came out of the brush charging.

"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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i_got_5_meters January 25 2012, 19:32:48 UTC
"Scheiße!" Gilbert cursed, stumbling momentarily from the sudden charging of not one but TWO angry, snarling beasts. Quickly though, he regained his footing and, remembering Eduard and Tino's conversation from earlier, put all his strength into a jab of the spear aimed towards the head of the beast that was attacking Berwald. He wasn't quite sure at first where the blade had sunk in, but when he felt the pull of flesh and jostling muscle against the spear in his hands, he gave the blade a twist and tried his damndest to gain some leverage on the best. The bastard sure had a lot of blood, and Gilbert soon found himself painted by the arterial spray.

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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