Hunters Lodge (buying)
Oct 4, 2021 6:19:39 GMT -6
Post by Skylos on Oct 4, 2021 6:19:39 GMT -6
(flashback when Skylos was young)
It was the last time. The last time he’d be digging up his coppers jar to deposit anything. Because today was the day he’d finally make a purchase. The lad saved every scrap of credit thrown his way for the odd jobs he’s performed for...as long as he can remember once he started being able to walk. Members of higher up giving him scraps of food and money for work. The lad licks around his mouth, the edges are dry and cracking. It stings a bit, and the encroaching winter isn’t helping any. Looking around again in every direction, including up and down, the lad pulls his jar free of where he’d buried it under the docks. Deep enough to not have it swept away by the wet season flood, but he could still find it on the edge of the dry season.
His life was in this jar. Everything. Once he had his own animal, things would change. Free lab-made animals to give out for life, right… Once you had an animal of your own, free food and lodging opened up. But free… is never free.
The lodge where the hunters reside is small, but feels enormous to the lad as he pulls with all his strength on the door’s handle to open it, and has to set his jar down to open it fully enough to get through. When his paws touch the thick logs of the floor, a smell invades his senses. Looking up, he sees the big black deer of a nightmare. Don’t panic. Don’t...panic. It's not here for you. Maybe it was the size, maybe the horror stories put behind the animal itself, but the lad is dead afraid of the ‘guard companion of the hunter’. He swallows, the dryness of his throat even worse now. It's not thirst, but fear. Just go up… give them money, ask for a creature. The wood feels so exotic underfoot as the lad stands up on his hind legs and pushes the coppers jar up onto the desk before clinging onto the edge himself and pulling himself up. What, he couldn’t see over the barrier between him and… the hunter.
It's a rehearsed script in the lad’s mind. He wants two animals. But once he can see them both together… the words just… fall away. It isn’t THAT hard to speak, is it?
“Eclipse...amphadron. Ecli...eclispeon...enileaf. From eggs?” The words forget which direction to go and he wants to just let himself down off the counter and leave in shame. “This is...all the credits I have.” 550 to be precise. Even if he couldn’t do maths and stuff, the lad had counted his jar meticulously since he started saving up to make everything better. And you don’t haggle with hunters. It's just not right. But he had to give the hunter pictures. From inside his ragged overcoat, the lad pulls out hand scribbled drawings of both animals in question and puts them in the coppers jar.
[Buying:
Growing Creature request: Eclipse amphadron (150c)
Growing VSC request: Eclipsion enileaf (400c)
From eggs, if possible, otherwise baby stage onwards is fine]
It was the last time. The last time he’d be digging up his coppers jar to deposit anything. Because today was the day he’d finally make a purchase. The lad saved every scrap of credit thrown his way for the odd jobs he’s performed for...as long as he can remember once he started being able to walk. Members of higher up giving him scraps of food and money for work. The lad licks around his mouth, the edges are dry and cracking. It stings a bit, and the encroaching winter isn’t helping any. Looking around again in every direction, including up and down, the lad pulls his jar free of where he’d buried it under the docks. Deep enough to not have it swept away by the wet season flood, but he could still find it on the edge of the dry season.
His life was in this jar. Everything. Once he had his own animal, things would change. Free lab-made animals to give out for life, right… Once you had an animal of your own, free food and lodging opened up. But free… is never free.
The lodge where the hunters reside is small, but feels enormous to the lad as he pulls with all his strength on the door’s handle to open it, and has to set his jar down to open it fully enough to get through. When his paws touch the thick logs of the floor, a smell invades his senses. Looking up, he sees the big black deer of a nightmare. Don’t panic. Don’t...panic. It's not here for you. Maybe it was the size, maybe the horror stories put behind the animal itself, but the lad is dead afraid of the ‘guard companion of the hunter’. He swallows, the dryness of his throat even worse now. It's not thirst, but fear. Just go up… give them money, ask for a creature. The wood feels so exotic underfoot as the lad stands up on his hind legs and pushes the coppers jar up onto the desk before clinging onto the edge himself and pulling himself up. What, he couldn’t see over the barrier between him and… the hunter.
It's a rehearsed script in the lad’s mind. He wants two animals. But once he can see them both together… the words just… fall away. It isn’t THAT hard to speak, is it?
“Eclipse...amphadron. Ecli...eclispeon...enileaf. From eggs?” The words forget which direction to go and he wants to just let himself down off the counter and leave in shame. “This is...all the credits I have.” 550 to be precise. Even if he couldn’t do maths and stuff, the lad had counted his jar meticulously since he started saving up to make everything better. And you don’t haggle with hunters. It's just not right. But he had to give the hunter pictures. From inside his ragged overcoat, the lad pulls out hand scribbled drawings of both animals in question and puts them in the coppers jar.
[Buying:
Growing Creature request: Eclipse amphadron (150c)
Growing VSC request: Eclipsion enileaf (400c)
From eggs, if possible, otherwise baby stage onwards is fine]
Definitely loving all those tiny updates that where made with the rest as well! <3