Grim Wraithe Stjerna
The Víkíngr, reaver of the sea, hunter of Pirates.
The Forest
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After a few yards moving away from Why'nn's body, the otter took a moment to calm his breathing and let his senses become attuned to the forest once again and fully adjust to the gloomy darkness.
He stood quietly with his back to a tree, careful to avoid pricking himself" the thorns, controlling his breathing, keeping his eyes shut, letting his ears listen to the silence. The sounds of rustling leaves I the trees from the light breeze, the distant river gurgling its way to the lake. But still no other animals. This always made him frown.
When he opened his eyes, the far off light stood out like a beacon in the Dark. 'Der ye be.' The otter raised both pistols and cautiously and silently moved towards the light. The natural grace of being one of the river folk proved itself as each of his steps was carefully placed to avoid dry twigs and leaves. Each foot-paw lightly touching down on the earth, so as to not stomp or cause undue vibrations in the ground. Walking this way was slow going, but he would be able to approach the most skittish deer or rabbit and not be heard.
After what seemed an eternity, but had been several minutes, the woodland warrior drew near to the edge of the circle of light. Standing in the shadow cast by a large tree he was able to see into the lit area without being seen himself. His eyes narrowed as he looked around, given the fact Reagan hadn't pressed the attack, and hadn't appeared to be overly aggressive in her previous fights the otter assumed she would attempt a baited trap of some sort. Not bad idea, just the wrong pretty to try it on. The jacket laying under the ball of electric light was the obvious trap, so he looked around the edges, trying to guess where he'd hide if it was him.
Holstering his pistols the otter started climbing the tree he was hiding behind, with the same care he'd taken to move silently. A change in perspective would help. Once up about twenty feet he crouched and looked again for his opponent's hide.
@shadowstrikr25
After a few yards moving away from Why'nn's body, the otter took a moment to calm his breathing and let his senses become attuned to the forest once again and fully adjust to the gloomy darkness.
He stood quietly with his back to a tree, careful to avoid pricking himself" the thorns, controlling his breathing, keeping his eyes shut, letting his ears listen to the silence. The sounds of rustling leaves I the trees from the light breeze, the distant river gurgling its way to the lake. But still no other animals. This always made him frown.
When he opened his eyes, the far off light stood out like a beacon in the Dark. 'Der ye be.' The otter raised both pistols and cautiously and silently moved towards the light. The natural grace of being one of the river folk proved itself as each of his steps was carefully placed to avoid dry twigs and leaves. Each foot-paw lightly touching down on the earth, so as to not stomp or cause undue vibrations in the ground. Walking this way was slow going, but he would be able to approach the most skittish deer or rabbit and not be heard.
After what seemed an eternity, but had been several minutes, the woodland warrior drew near to the edge of the circle of light. Standing in the shadow cast by a large tree he was able to see into the lit area without being seen himself. His eyes narrowed as he looked around, given the fact Reagan hadn't pressed the attack, and hadn't appeared to be overly aggressive in her previous fights the otter assumed she would attempt a baited trap of some sort. Not bad idea, just the wrong pretty to try it on. The jacket laying under the ball of electric light was the obvious trap, so he looked around the edges, trying to guess where he'd hide if it was him.
Holstering his pistols the otter started climbing the tree he was hiding behind, with the same care he'd taken to move silently. A change in perspective would help. Once up about twenty feet he crouched and looked again for his opponent's hide.
