Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43337021-20191026191535/@comment-2600:8807:1100:84D:50C5:90B8:918B:76F3-20191028232646

Kioku was crouched down on a tree branch, his sturdy, practical bow in hand. He pulled an arrow out of the leather quiver on his back, loaded his bow, and aimed towards an unsuspecting deer. He fired the arrow, and the deer lay dead on its side, blood pouring from its throat, an arrow protruding from a vein. After a quick look around, he leapt from the tree, landing neatly on his two legs. He started scraping at the meat, silently gutting the deer. Kioku heard a slight rumble, and paused in his work. He had worked long and hard to claim this peaceful grove for himself, and he was worried enemies from the Sky and Sea Elves may have come.

The Earth Elf lifted the deer over his shoulder and decided to head back to his simple shelter, supplied with the barest of necessities. He had another shelter, but it was farther away, and only to be used in emergencies where he couldn’t reside in the grove anymore. Once he returned, he resumed his task of gutting the deer he had killed, now assured that he was in less danger of having his catch stolen.

(The rumble in the air was like a symbol of the bombing to come, but Kioku didn’t know that.)

-Loki