05-25-2020, 05:22 AM
It was a rather cold morning when he, Luca, stirred from his sleep. The past few mornings had been cold, really, signifying the creeping embrace of winter. It might bring with it ice and snow, but his home would remain hospitable and safe as far as he was concerned. Typically hidden away from predators and the strange beasts, the ones which dripped with that odd darkness.
The thing he'd learned to... Heal, he supposed he would call it.
He opened his eyes slowly, reluctantly slipping out from the fur blanket he'd made for himself. It was made from a wild grizzly bear's pelt. Of course, he'd not killed the bear. Rather, he'd found the corpse. Perhaps a sickly beast that died from its ailments, or... Instead, attacked by a creature who knew no better than to poach and leave the remains.
He couldn't be entirely sure.
Regardless, he set the fur blanket aside, eyes adjusting to the dim light of the home he'd found. It was something he'd been living in for quite some time now. A home hidden away within this luscious valley. A paradise he had all to himself, sharing only with the animals that inhabited this wild sanctuary. He had no family to speak of anymore, having lived here for as long as he could remember. It was almost lonely, but it wasn't something he intended on complaining about. As if he had anyone to complain to, he supposed.
With a low sigh, he moved to leave the decrepit building. Slipping on a wolf's pelt and thicker fur boots. Gloves accompanied and finally a woolen scarf was thrown around his neck... Just something to keep him warm out there. Looking around, he fetched his weapons as well. A bow and a few arrows. Next, a poorly cobbled together spear. He didn't think himself much of a warrior, but he managed to feed himself and that was all that counted here.
Around this time, when it started getting cold, food started to get a bit scarce. Meat was usually the only option as opposed to the abundant fruits and vegetables that grew in this area. There was nothing to harvest during the winter. As he exited the once abandoned structure. The cabin had fallen on hard times and he'd only been able to do so much to patch it up. He squinted his eyes a bit as he did finally emerge past the door frame, stepping out into the low, dim light of the sun. It was very early in the morning of course. The shelter he'd built sat beside a wide, lazy river. The water had bits of frost clinging to its tops. He walked alongside it, following its flow. There was a small lake downstream. Typically, he was able to slip into its depths and swim during the hotter summer months, but as it was cold, that would be an awful idea.
It was good for fishing all year round if nothing else.
His first line of thought was that there would be something down by the water. An animal that he could catch for dinner later on. If not, he would keep moving. Simple as that.
The thing he'd learned to... Heal, he supposed he would call it.
He opened his eyes slowly, reluctantly slipping out from the fur blanket he'd made for himself. It was made from a wild grizzly bear's pelt. Of course, he'd not killed the bear. Rather, he'd found the corpse. Perhaps a sickly beast that died from its ailments, or... Instead, attacked by a creature who knew no better than to poach and leave the remains.
He couldn't be entirely sure.
Regardless, he set the fur blanket aside, eyes adjusting to the dim light of the home he'd found. It was something he'd been living in for quite some time now. A home hidden away within this luscious valley. A paradise he had all to himself, sharing only with the animals that inhabited this wild sanctuary. He had no family to speak of anymore, having lived here for as long as he could remember. It was almost lonely, but it wasn't something he intended on complaining about. As if he had anyone to complain to, he supposed.
With a low sigh, he moved to leave the decrepit building. Slipping on a wolf's pelt and thicker fur boots. Gloves accompanied and finally a woolen scarf was thrown around his neck... Just something to keep him warm out there. Looking around, he fetched his weapons as well. A bow and a few arrows. Next, a poorly cobbled together spear. He didn't think himself much of a warrior, but he managed to feed himself and that was all that counted here.
Around this time, when it started getting cold, food started to get a bit scarce. Meat was usually the only option as opposed to the abundant fruits and vegetables that grew in this area. There was nothing to harvest during the winter. As he exited the once abandoned structure. The cabin had fallen on hard times and he'd only been able to do so much to patch it up. He squinted his eyes a bit as he did finally emerge past the door frame, stepping out into the low, dim light of the sun. It was very early in the morning of course. The shelter he'd built sat beside a wide, lazy river. The water had bits of frost clinging to its tops. He walked alongside it, following its flow. There was a small lake downstream. Typically, he was able to slip into its depths and swim during the hotter summer months, but as it was cold, that would be an awful idea.
It was good for fishing all year round if nothing else.
His first line of thought was that there would be something down by the water. An animal that he could catch for dinner later on. If not, he would keep moving. Simple as that.