Willard

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[frail-old-misers]

// I have been on a bit of a haitus for a while now and I spent nearly 2 hours trying to log into this account. Nnng. Well… at least I am now in the account. I need a fresh minute before I do any sort of anything with it though. 

[frail-old-misers]

{{ I wanted to apologize for being so in active here lately! IRL things got heavy and still are a bit. It might be a bit longer before I can return, but hopefully I can throw all my attention at here soon~

[frail-old-misers]

//Off to bed for the night

[the-wolfen-one]

Closed RP ||↞Savage Instinct↠

@willard-the-hunter 

The wind whistled through the treetops, howling like the ghostly hounds and rustling the leaves in a wuffing that would make any who the canids hunt uneasy. A young man sits crouched, his nose up to the air to catch a scent. It took him only a moment to find the direction, and he fell to all fours -his odd legs making it easy for him to move in this fashion. He put his nose to the ground, sniffing at it and beginning to trace it to his prey. 

It was human, this scent. Male. And he was smelling something else, though what it was he wasn’t certain. 

The smell became stronger until Waya could hear the walking feet nearby. He crouched low, slipping behind the bushes to watch. 

[willard-the-hunter]

The trapper hatted hunter had no clue that there was anyone else around him. As far as he knew it was just him and this No-Eye Deer. He kept his gaze on the creature as he lined his rifle up carefully.

If he got this shot in correctly and clean, he'd have a good meal for the night. He just had to keep his hand steady and his mind calm. Which in itself tended to be a hard feat with everything wanting to rip him open.

The deer in front of him calmly kept munching on bits of grass paying him no mind.

Willard could take the shot now. He could even possibly get a clear hit, but... he started to feel uneasy. He furrowed his brow and lifted his head to glance around. He felt like he was being watched from... somewhere.

[willard-the-hunter]

Closed RP {} At Evening

@the-wanderer-willow liked for a starter

Willard wasn’t sure how long he had been in this place. He was beginning to get a bit delirious. He was sure of that. The creatures that moved just out of his peripheral told him that much.

He had been alone for a good while now and was pretty sure he wasn’t going to find another living soul. Mass amounts of loneliness and death were all he could see for miles and miles.

Sometimes when the evening was just beginning to settle in, Willard would hear sounds as if others were moving about. He had learned a while back that these tended to merely be woodland creatures or… beasts.

Still sometimes he would think maybe it was someone. Today, he hoped… maybe it was.

“Hello… is anyone there?” He called out though he had become accustom to not getting an answer.

[the-wanderer-willow-deactivated]

Oh he definitely heard something.

Willow’s cats, who wandered off because she left the tent open when she went to sleep in it. They approached (people always had food for them), and one started gnawing at his shoes.

Even if he didn’t get a reply, a good look around would show off the dying firelight of her camp, which shone like a beacon in the dark…everything else.

[willard-the-hunter]

The hunter stared a the cats for a moment or so. He hadn't been expecting these little fur-balls. Maybe a bird or something, but these two were not it.

He watched one chew at his boot before he shook his head with a laugh. He was more of a dog guy himself, but the little kitties didn't seem to bad.

"Where'd ya two come from?" He questioned as he focused his gaze now from the direction he had seen them come over. The glow of fire in the distance caught his eye. "... That might be the place."

He gripped a torch and got it ready before looking to the two cats. He shook his head and ripped up a bit of the fish he had caught earlier in the day in hopes of getting them to follow him. He could get these two safely back to their owner if he was lucky and maybe the owner might even be friendly. Never knew in this place.

[willard-the-hunter]

Closed RP {} At Evening

@the-wanderer-willow liked for a starter

Willard wasn't sure how long he had been in this place. He was beginning to get a bit delirious. He was sure of that. The creatures that moved just out of his peripheral told him that much.

He had been alone for a good while now and was pretty sure he wasn't going to find another living soul. Mass amounts of loneliness and death were all he could see for miles and miles.

Sometimes when the evening was just beginning to settle in, Willard would hear sounds as if others were moving about. He had learned a while back that these tended to merely be woodland creatures or... beasts.

Still sometimes he would think maybe it was someone. Today, he hoped... maybe it was.

"Hello... is anyone there?" He called out though he had become accustom to not getting an answer.

[willard-the-hunter]

Starter Call!

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[willard-the-hunter]

INDI RP BLOG FOR DST OC WILLARD

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