Post by JAGGER ION KOHANA on Apr 24, 2011 17:12:48 GMT -8
This forest was everything familiar to him. This was where the humans had left him once his father had been slain. It should have been something traumatic to him but it hardly was. It was something that was usually rather easily pushed to the back of his mind since his mother was far more overbearing and did a wonderful job at keeping him too worried about her popping in and giving him a bad name somewhere else. The city of Revko already was weary of him; many of the people there already recognized him as a troubled thief. He hadn’t shown his face there since his mother had helped him earn that new title. He also had yet to figure something out that was worse than that. Oh wait; she had left him all of his life until his recent years of wandering around in search of a purpose. She had also allowed another creature to watch over him rather than herself. And she would ridicule him just as much as she would any other creature that caught on that he was a halfing! Ugh, how Jagger despised the word halfing. It had such an ugly sound to it and when it came along with his not so flattering name it just made him sound like… a less desirable cut of meat. And, he supposed, that he was kind of a less desirable cut of meat. The only thing that separated him from humans was his blood (quite literally) and the fact that he was not your average height or stature. He usually got lovely names like “giant, dirty blooded beast.” Oh, they were so creative, the humans. Their creativity always managed to push him very far away from them. And he being a thief did that too… wait, no, he wasn’t a thief. He was framed, that’s right. That damned goddess.
The reason that Jagger was in the forest today was strictly because of comfort. That may have sounded strange to some but considering he grew up in this wild place it gave him that comfort of knowing where you were feel. Currently the sun was setting and he had made himself a little camping spot, the center of it a small pit of fire that he had started only moments before. His belongings were laid out near him and his hands were quick at work with picking the feathers of a wild bird he had caught earlier. The bird was only a bit bigger than Jagger’s hand but he knew it would be just enough for his stomach to be happy and settled. It’s brilliantly colored feathers were placed carefully on an animal hide at his side, along with anything else that needed to be removed.
Once his meal was ready and over the fire, Jagger against the base of a large stone. He was sure to be snug against the mountainside, in hopes to keep any wind that may stir away from him and his little fire. While he waited he pulled a knife from a sheath strapped around his boot and picked up a stick. He busied himself with sharpening it at one end. His bright blue-green eyes constantly darted upward whenever his ears caught a sound rustling in the forest beyond him. He honestly wasn’t too worried but there was no need to be careless, was there?
TAG MAKENNA
WORDS 562
SONG MR. BRIGHTSIDE - THE KILLERS
NOTES HERE'S THE THREAD! (:
