A Hunting We Will Go

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Tag: Savannah

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Although Vero was first and foremost a warrior, his skills called upon him to fulfill the current task: to feed the masses. They had been at training camp with a small group of new recruits. As General to the Emperor, Vero was meant to train them, ready them for battle, along with protecting Kiawah . . . a place taht Vero was not often far from. But today, circumstances pulled him away and it placed him in a bit of a mood. Eager to finish this as soon as possible. There was only one other person that he would prefer to do this with, and that was Savannah. The two of them were good friends, perhaps one of the closest friends that Vero had. She would undoubtedly be able to deal with any fowl mood that he presented. Perhaps not even take it.

Clad in proper attire, spear in hand, sword at his waist, along with a couple of daggers . . . he awaited her. When he saw her near, he clutched his spear and looked at her without a smile. "Let's get this joken over with," he stated, slightly agitated but of course not by her. Just by the fact that he could not stay by the Emperor's side to ensure his protection. Anything could happen at any given moment. He would much rather have him in his sights, for reasons that of course went beyond mere loyalty as a General. "We are meant to be back before dark. Otherwise the others might starve." Sarcasm. Another charming trait of Vero's.

[Savannah]

DON'T UNDERESTIMATE THE LIONESS
SHE HUNTS AND SHE NURTURES; SHE IS THE HEART OF THE PRIDE
TAGGED @vero	"Shof op Vero," Savannah chirped playfully as she slid down the dirt hill. Dust kicked up as she walked over to him with her spear in hand. She jammed the butt of it into the dirt and stretched with her arms tight behind her back. His rush and displeasure with the task was a little entertaining to her. She loved hunting. It was something she'd done since she was a child and being able to take a break from the blood and sweat from the wounds of training was a sweet relief. Many of the trainees didn't know real injury. Not that they were weak; they just weren't ready to battle with broken bones like their most seasoned warriors. Mending breaks, scrapes and cuts was getting tedious. One of the younger trainees came to her to patch up his leg after a fall. She'd smacked him across the head when she was done for wasting her time. In a real fight it would have been unacceptable. "Have some fun with it; we can make it a contest."  With her hand wrapped around her spear she pivoted from side to side, thinking up the rules of such a game as she scanned the trees and the dirt for any sign of animal life. "Anything small is worthless," she declared as she caught sight of some rabbit tracks. It would take at least two dozen to feed them all. "Bucks are the goal-- the standard. The biggest wins, but a wild cat kill ends the game." Here, the striped orange felines were bulky and difficult to kill. They would feed everyone, while they would need at least two massive bucks to feed the masses. "Wouldn't want them to starve-" she chimed as she picked up her spear and trotted backwards, eyes on him as she wandered into the thicker brush. "They are having enough trouble with their bumps and bruises. You must love that; we've got some fragile trainees to toughen up."

pyxis ★

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Tag: Savannah

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Vero couldn't help but roll his eyes at Savannah's suggestion. Truth be told, he was grateful that he was hunting with her. She was strong, in every sense of the word, and the task certainly would not be mundane with her company. She was one of his closest friends; someone he greatly valued. So with that, came the ease of her presence. A welcome one most often.

"Of course you would want to make this into a competition," he teased, waving his spear at the one in her hand to jerk it to the side. Not hard enough to knock it out of it, but just a bit of a push. He only half listened to the rules, having on intention of making this into a contest. Even if she was of a different mind. Instead, he chuckled at her words of their starvation and shook his head, following after her. He'd rather keep her in his sights, wanting to ensure she was safe and didn't run off. Even though they were familiar with the woods of their land, one could be too sure that there was not a threat lurking about.

"You can joken say that again," Vero stated when Savannah spoke of the fragile trainess they had. "It makes training joken difficult. Every strike they are given, causing them to require a healer." According to them. Most of the time, Vero took one look at it and decided they were fine. As Savannah said, they needed to toughen up. "Perhaps they crave our healer's gentle touch," he said with a smirk, words obviously spoken with sarcasm since . . . well, Savannah's touch wasn't exactly gentle. Skilled in her field, yes. But gentle? Not so much. So he couldn't help but tease her about it.