Guga stared at the skies; bright, the sun in full view, not even a cloud in sight… normally that was a very good thing, but with winter having begun a 7 days ago. That always indicates the approach of a massive storm, all in all not bad news, the crops were in, the storage was full, and everyone was prepared. "Much better than a storm arriving the month before" he thought, glad that the sky's had told him such wonderful information. He could never help but be overjoyed at the things the sky gladly told you, if you weren't too stubborn to listen that is. As he turned to resume his hunting duties, he heard a voice call out to him.
"What is it dad?" his son Illarion called from behind.
Guga shouted back, "Dammit boy! How many times have I told you to be quiet on a hunt!" Prey had been unusually scarce for a couple of months, neither he nor his son could afford to lose any more prey. Guga loved his son, but there were times when he couldn't understand how they were possibly related, "Must get it from his mother" he muttered under his breath. Guga was a very… deep, type of person. He enjoyed thinking, and the wonderful things that came from thinking your actions through ahead of time, but his wife! That woman was about as subtle as a polar bear! Regardless of their contradicting personalities, Guga loved her more than life itself, and wanted nothing more than a happy quiet life for the two of them. And that boy, he was just like her, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, however it sure made hunting difficult when the boy couldn't go 15 paces without asking a question.
"Why are we hunting, dad?" Illarion asked as they set out from town with their bows. "Because the town needs as much food as it can get" Guga answered, "After all we won't get any more food until spring."
"How do the animals feel about this?" Illarion asked while Guga was looking for tracks and signs of animal activity, "Well I imagine they'd feel the same way you would if something ate you" Guga replied.
"Now be quiet, if we don't catch anything we might starve". A horrible prospect indeed, but one that loomed ominously over Guga's head, as starvation was a far too frequent companion in this land.
"That boy… He better be glad I love him so much or I'd throttle him on the spot." Guga muttered.
The two of them had been hunting for the better part of the day, they were up with the sun which, by this time, was already high in the sky. So far they had seen neither hide nor hair of any prey, they had spotted a few signs of animals, like hares, weasel, and even a horse. But surprisingly no tracks, considering the last snowstorm was three days ago…. that means no animals had visited that spot recently.
Just then they heard the crackling sound of leaves being moved from the expanse of trees to their right. "Shhh" Guga whispered towards his son, he then made the signal for his son to flush out the animal, which is where a hunter shakes a branch and makes noise behind the animal so as to draw it towards the other hunter who is waiting to shoot it. Illarion quietly moved into the expanse of trees, shortly afterwards Guga heard a great racket in the trees, and the sound of something large moving through them.
Praying it was some type of Moose or deer, Guga lifted his bow to fire. Just as he had readied his bow, everything went quiet. Guga swore, hoping the animal had not run off in the wrong direction. He lowered his bow and walked towards the expanse of green, hoping it wasn't too late to chase down whatever animal it had been. As he entered the trees he looked for signs of the animal, just then he noticed a sound, or should I call it a lack of sound, the chirping birds and the many insects had all gone quiet. Most discerning of all was how quiet Illarion had been, it was only when he saw the blood that he realized he should have been looking for Illarion. He was so distracted by the blood that he never even heard what it was the barreled into him, forcing out his breath and breaking his ribs, he never noticed the claws that shredded his arm and he never felt the fangs that sank into his skull….
Listening to: Owl City
Reading: R. A. Salvatore