[If anyone had asked Alivian where he thought he would be last week, the answer would have been "at work, eyes deep in paperwork." Instead, his week was decidedly far from the normal. Confronted with the possibility of losing the whole of his being to some tapeworm of the mind, he decides that this is absolutely the worst way to possibly go.
[He'd expected it to have to be a journey alone, but the flow of events was both kind and cruel. With Astarion for recent company, the lone wolf finds himself entirely unprepared to have to deal with people in such close proximity to himself in nearly a decade.
[It's a pisser, he's entirely out of his element, and he has to sleep sometime.
[And all he has are some meager bow-and-arrow hunting skills from his childhood, which feels like centuries ago thanks to his sub-par health, and he nets them nothing. But a sharp stick works just as well for spearfishing, which he more easily accomplishes.
[Unfortunately, while the fish cooks over the campfire, Alivian internally sulks. They're both doomed unless they can remove these tadpole things. But where to even look for something to do that...?]
Sorry, that I'm not very good at much more than fishing.
[As usual, his voice is a low, somewhat growling thing, careful though his tone is. His ears remain slightly low, his tail tucked tightly to his body to stay out of the way, as well as in an attempt to make his towering frame smaller.]
I haven't hunted with a bow in years. I lived close enough to a market that I never had to.
Love all of that. Let me know if I ever need to tweak anything - either this starter or future tags.
[He'd expected it to have to be a journey alone, but the flow of events was both kind and cruel. With Astarion for recent company, the lone wolf finds himself entirely unprepared to have to deal with people in such close proximity to himself in nearly a decade.
[It's a pisser, he's entirely out of his element, and he has to sleep sometime.
[And all he has are some meager bow-and-arrow hunting skills from his childhood, which feels like centuries ago thanks to his sub-par health, and he nets them nothing. But a sharp stick works just as well for spearfishing, which he more easily accomplishes.
[Unfortunately, while the fish cooks over the campfire, Alivian internally sulks. They're both doomed unless they can remove these tadpole things. But where to even look for something to do that...?]
Sorry, that I'm not very good at much more than fishing.
[As usual, his voice is a low, somewhat growling thing, careful though his tone is. His ears remain slightly low, his tail tucked tightly to his body to stay out of the way, as well as in an attempt to make his towering frame smaller.]
I haven't hunted with a bow in years. I lived close enough to a market that I never had to.