First it's his quarry, slipping away like it's his first day with a bow and arrow. Maybe it's his own hunger getting to him, or the exhaustion of days on the road, or perhaps he's just distracted thinking about Iorveth. Then, once he's finally got the furry creature, it's himself that's the issue. Crouched on the forest floor at night, hunched over a freshly-killed rabbit, sucking what small amount of blood it has like an indiscriminate animal, or a starving monster—
Well, it feels like he's backslid. He leans against the trunk of a tree with only his prey for company, debating whether to return at all. He finally works up the courage to start the trek back to where he left Iorveth, so consumed with his own brooding that he doesn't even notice the small group of humans in the brush following his footsteps on his way back. ]
Special delivery, [ he says as he steps out of the woods, dropping the rabbit at Iorveth's feet. ]
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First it's his quarry, slipping away like it's his first day with a bow and arrow. Maybe it's his own hunger getting to him, or the exhaustion of days on the road, or perhaps he's just distracted thinking about Iorveth. Then, once he's finally got the furry creature, it's himself that's the issue. Crouched on the forest floor at night, hunched over a freshly-killed rabbit, sucking what small amount of blood it has like an indiscriminate animal, or a starving monster—
Well, it feels like he's backslid. He leans against the trunk of a tree with only his prey for company, debating whether to return at all. He finally works up the courage to start the trek back to where he left Iorveth, so consumed with his own brooding that he doesn't even notice the small group of humans in the brush following his footsteps on his way back. ]
Special delivery, [ he says as he steps out of the woods, dropping the rabbit at Iorveth's feet. ]