06-29-2016, 08:25 PM
Declan Gregory,
PPC
The sound of Soren's laughter pried the hairs from Declan's arm. A sound that echoed in the mind as one looked over their shoulder when they walked away. Soren's appearance was no less serene either. He was eager. Hungry.
Declan understood. "Yes. Kill the beast."
He said under his own breath, brow furrowed in thought. He'd been on hunts in Africa as a lad. Even in his home country, his family enjoyed duck and quail hunting. He could use a gun. But the small .22 in his possession was not going to be enough to slay such a fearsome creature.
"It would be easy enough to get rifles I think but we would have to travel back to the city and I'm anxious to be about this. I think it will haunt my dreams until it's dead. Perhaps the locals have something. I'll ask."
He ducked out of the yurt, seeking assistance. But rather than return with an able bodied man or even one of the aforementioned rifles, he returned with the village elder on his arm, an old man with a great stoop to his back so that his face was perpetually angled toward the ground.
"Soren. I want you to meet Gokul." Declan said as he assisted the aged man to the floor.
"He says he has something that can help us. Something to maim it."
Gokul, a weathered man of about seventy years, pursed his lips over rotted teeth and stared at Soren as though trying to determine if the younger man was worthy.
PPC
The sound of Soren's laughter pried the hairs from Declan's arm. A sound that echoed in the mind as one looked over their shoulder when they walked away. Soren's appearance was no less serene either. He was eager. Hungry.
Declan understood. "Yes. Kill the beast."
He said under his own breath, brow furrowed in thought. He'd been on hunts in Africa as a lad. Even in his home country, his family enjoyed duck and quail hunting. He could use a gun. But the small .22 in his possession was not going to be enough to slay such a fearsome creature.
"It would be easy enough to get rifles I think but we would have to travel back to the city and I'm anxious to be about this. I think it will haunt my dreams until it's dead. Perhaps the locals have something. I'll ask."
He ducked out of the yurt, seeking assistance. But rather than return with an able bodied man or even one of the aforementioned rifles, he returned with the village elder on his arm, an old man with a great stoop to his back so that his face was perpetually angled toward the ground.
"Soren. I want you to meet Gokul." Declan said as he assisted the aged man to the floor.
"He says he has something that can help us. Something to maim it."
Gokul, a weathered man of about seventy years, pursed his lips over rotted teeth and stared at Soren as though trying to determine if the younger man was worthy.