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Author Topic: Tributary — Afternoon, Day 7  (Read 26864 times)

Veshikk looks at the dripping handful of clay and mud in Blatsa's hand. He nods. It is, indeed, clay and mud.

Öln awakens, greets those around him, and leaves the cave to head out northwest in order to find a rockier plain, for the sake of acquiring better amounts of flint. However, he also moves carefully through the forest, ever-eager to score another animal.
Öln walks a good distance and discovers a wild group of dagu browsing around a patch of atii bushes.

Öln carefully walks towards the dagu, focusing on the ground in front of him - to avoid branches and other crunchies, and attempts to maximize the amount of foliage between him and the group so that they don't see him in a glance.


Veshikk looks at the dripping handful of clay and mud in Blatsa's hand. He nods. It is, indeed, clay and mud.
Blatsa then examines it further himself.  He then gestures to it with cupped hands, making a scooping motion and then gesturing toward the cave.

Öln carefully walks towards the dagu, focusing on the ground in front of him - to avoid branches and other crunchies, and attempts to maximize the amount of foliage between him and the group so that they don't see him in a glance.
Öln moves quietly and manages to get within 10 meters of them without them seeming to hear him, but at one point, they stick their necks up into the air, apparently hearing something nearby.  Whether or not it was himself, Öln does not know.

Öln freezes up.

Instead of immediately throwing his axe per routine, he looks around - only swivelling his eyes at first, as he checks to see if there's something else that spooked the small herd.

He slowly readies his axe, though.

Öln freezes up.

Instead of immediately throwing his axe per routine, he looks around - only swivelling his eyes at first, as he checks to see if there's something else that spooked the small herd.

He slowly readies his axe, though.
The dagu, after about ten seconds, put their heads back down, browsing yet again, but walking off to the right.  Öln didn't observe any other thing that could have disturbed the dagu.

Öln throws his axe squarely at one of the dagu.

The dagu scatter as they hear Öln throw the axe.  The axe lands and breaks one of the male dagu's legs.  A female dagu with an enlarged belly tries to flee, but gets caught in an atii bush.

Öln approaches the wounded male, picks up his axe, takes a few steps back, and then does a short charge at the male. He aims for the neck with all of the strength he can muster.

The neck of the male dagu is beaten to a pulp as a good volume of blood sprays on Öln's legs.  loving ded.

Öln heads over to the tangled dagu and inspects precisely how badly tangled it is.

Its neck is tangled, as well as its rear left leg.  It is quite ensnared.

Öln carefully cuts away the foliage near- but not what's entangling - the dagu.

Then he hits the dagu with the flat of his axe on the side of its head.

Blatsa lets the clay fall back into the water, dusting his hands off and heading back to the cave.