Post by SagaWolf on Jan 17, 2016 19:37:53 GMT -6
Desperate times called for desperate measures! Except Fletcher wasn't really desperate at all. He was lazy, broke and hungry, close to farmlands that were bursting with food. Or at this time of year at least full of storage buildings stuffed with food and that was enough. He'd simply steal what he needed or charm his way to a dinner table. He hadn't quite decided yet, but it was good to have a few options at hand before you ran into the local population. The War Forged were an aggressive bunch and you had to be delicate in dealing with them. Fletcher wasn't looking for a fight just an easy meal, especially this far into Onea. It hadn't been his plan to wander this far north, his hooves had simply carried him one step after the other, wherever they pleased. Alright, so a few close encounters with local predators had pressed him further into Onea, but you wouldn't ever get him to admit running from an old grizzly.
He was closing in on a small farming settlement, sun dipping low which meant it would be dark soon, making his thievery all the easier. He planned to simply slip into whichever storage he could find first and take as much food as he could carry, before vanishing back into the night. Fletcher brushed long locks of black hair out of his face, waiting at the edge of the forest for the shadows to intensify. He saw figures moving across the flat farmland and knew if he could see them, they'd be able to spot him the moment he broke from cover. At least he had his dappled grey hide to help him blend in with the night, making it more difficult to pick out his equine shape.
When the darkness had finally settled he waited another hour, patiently keeping to the trees before slowly, carefully and most importantly silently, taking off to steal some food.
Word Count: 323
RP Total: 323
He was closing in on a small farming settlement, sun dipping low which meant it would be dark soon, making his thievery all the easier. He planned to simply slip into whichever storage he could find first and take as much food as he could carry, before vanishing back into the night. Fletcher brushed long locks of black hair out of his face, waiting at the edge of the forest for the shadows to intensify. He saw figures moving across the flat farmland and knew if he could see them, they'd be able to spot him the moment he broke from cover. At least he had his dappled grey hide to help him blend in with the night, making it more difficult to pick out his equine shape.
When the darkness had finally settled he waited another hour, patiently keeping to the trees before slowly, carefully and most importantly silently, taking off to steal some food.
Word Count: 323
RP Total: 323
