With no knowledge of where to hunt boars, Luke decided to head towards town. Up the white sandy beach and through the cove’s rock formation, along the lonely dirt path until the signless branching road, back down the main path and he arrived at the fork in the road with the town’s signpost. During the journey, he thought, “Shofuto sent me to get his dinner..? Guess it’s no different from me using him for a class. Even still it rubs me the wrong way, not even giving
Following the signpost, he walked on the path towards the town of Littlegrove. The road was completely covered in dirt and marked with deep lines from the wear of carriages. Luke estimated the width to be eight feet, enough for two carriages to traverse. Lush green grass grew on both sides of the street, up to his knees. The odd tree loomed above the grassline every so often, yet the warmth of the sun overhead radiated through his body. He continued forward, sweat began to form on his forehead. He had been walking for a long time. Luke’s feet felt heavy.
On the horizon was a fence, spanned a good distance, yet was only made of wood. It looked old and rickety- as if an invasion of termites would knock it down. Along the road was a gate through the fence. A man was standing in front of the gate and blocked the path forward. Luke thought, “That must be a guard. Maybe he will know?” He continued to walk onward
Luke stared down the longsword. The blade matched his clothes, old and the edge of the sword was chipped many times. The right side of the hilt was completely missing. He stood firmly in front of the guard while he responded, “I am Luke Silts, highborn hero. You’re
The man sheathed his blade before he answered, “Guard Theodore Edgewood, protector of Littlegrove. A little warning for a highborn, Shofuto is lost amongst the waves of the sea. Be careful. I have never seen him leave the beach, some folk think he is mental. As for the boar,
Quickly, he took off his shirt and used it as a makeshift net to capture the tiny creature. Luke held it with one hand while he grabbed the glowing hook from the line connected to the fishing pole. He thought about tying the tail around the hook, but some mice can shed their tails in an attempt to escape.
Pressed onward through the grass, careful not to make noise, he didn’t want to scare away his prey. Luke caught sight of the first boar in a wide open clearing, through the center ran a small stream. The boar seemed to be drinking and unaware of Luke’s presence, even with his lack of a stealth
It turned around suspiciously and eyed up the tiny mouse on the ground. The boar’s eyes took a sheen of ruthlessness as it gazed at it’s meal, but little did he know, soon it
“Reeeeee.” The mouse made one last screech
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Luke didn’t want to
“Yes? But why?” replied Theodore as he stared curiously.
“Mhm that''s true.” Luke replied as he brought the skewered meat straight to his nose. The scent of burnt oak logs mixed with the smell of luscious fleshy meat. The juices sizzled straight up his nostrils. The texture looked perfect, the interlacing of the fatty tissue resembled that of Waygu beef, it looked like top quality meat even though it was just wild game. He brought it to his mouth and decided to place his tongue gently onto the meat to tease his taste buds. The flavor that lingered was divine.
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