Made of Stone (Chaos)
Sept 25, 2010 16:08:24 GMT -5
Post by Stare on Sept 25, 2010 16:08:24 GMT -5
Quistet Ementi
I sit indian style on the hard, cold rock as the forest enjoys it's last bit of sunlight for the day. The golden rays illuminate the fallen orange leaves that carpet the ground, only broken by the tall shadows of trees. One shadow in particular crosses over me and my rock, protecting my eyes from the sun.
My bow and sheath of arrows lean against the rock behind me, ready for use if any unsuspecting prey comes along.
My blonde hair falls over my shoulders and in my grey eyes, trembling in the crisp autumn breeze. Other than that, though, I am still, like a statue. Letting the wind blow against me and the sun avoid me, my body barely moving as I breath. It takes years of practice to learn to be this still for this long, to wait in silence.
But today, I'm not waiting for anything. I'm just here to watch, to see if the forest has changed since I left. Ready to hunt, but not here because I'm hungry. Drinking in the silence.
Most would think that I'm someone who does this because I like it, but in fact, the part of me enjoying it is only a coincidence. I do this every once in a while for strategy. Become a part of nature, and you learn it's weaknesses.
My eyes flicker towards a tall tree, and I note that the branches would be easy to climb. It would be a good high point to hunt from. The I notice a group of large rocks, with a big space in between them that is quite well concealed. An animal might have a nest there. If not, it would be a nice place to hunt from. Either way, it is a good find.
I've been doing this for a while now, my eyes searching for advantages, while the rest of me is perfectly still, so everything is as it would be if I weren't here.
The wind changes, and I silently note I should start for home in a little bit.
That is, if the presence behind me will allow it.