AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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The sun was yet to bring full heat to the areas that they called home, the island slowly being freed from its chilled winter. The parting of winter for spring instead brought in its passage the thaws that would bring running water through the river. Icy it might be from the headwaters in the mountains, but it was life. It was spring, and it was the full moon - it was the best time for fishing as some fish would be coming to spawn already. Nature had its ways of ensuring that the world continued, even if habits of animals were stranger than not.
Stepping through the grasses of the land upon which he lived, Aesior carried a stick in his jaws, intent on doing some hunting. He liked fire-roasted fish, raw was just as well but perhaps he had a particular taste for roasted. Tail swinging as he caught his balance, the tom would search out the most undisturbed part of the river - it was a wide ribbon of water and had depths he couldn't get across easily. He was stubborn if anything, he would get what he wanted. Wading into the softest parts of the bank that he could find, the mute talonguard would let his legs sink into the muck, making a face as it squished between his toes and claws as he squelched his way through to the water, being as still as he could with his movements.
He didn't want to chase away his prey with movements, and the fish seemed to be in this area - this was the best that he could find. Settling in the water, cold current tugging at his belly fur, he assessed how far he would have to move into the current, stick in his jaws so he could spear his fish on it. He much preferred to use his paws but if the current was too strong, this might be the best option to catch them.
Flexing his muscles as he saw a shimmer of scales in the water, he struck out to feel the fish glance him by, claws carding through its tail fin. Making a displeased expression, the tom would continue to wait, tail lifted into the air for balance. He would wait as long as necessary to get the kills he wanted. Narrowing his eyes as the sun emerged, his tail drooping to rest against the water, he gave a startled gasp as he felt a mouth close around his tail tip. Throwing his body around without much thought, he caught sight of the bass clinging to his tail, quickly going after it with his claws and a huff, digging claws into the fish as he threw it at the shore, hoping it wouldn't flop back into the water. Damn, if only he'd brought a bucket instead of a stick.
Stepping through the grasses of the land upon which he lived, Aesior carried a stick in his jaws, intent on doing some hunting. He liked fire-roasted fish, raw was just as well but perhaps he had a particular taste for roasted. Tail swinging as he caught his balance, the tom would search out the most undisturbed part of the river - it was a wide ribbon of water and had depths he couldn't get across easily. He was stubborn if anything, he would get what he wanted. Wading into the softest parts of the bank that he could find, the mute talonguard would let his legs sink into the muck, making a face as it squished between his toes and claws as he squelched his way through to the water, being as still as he could with his movements.
He didn't want to chase away his prey with movements, and the fish seemed to be in this area - this was the best that he could find. Settling in the water, cold current tugging at his belly fur, he assessed how far he would have to move into the current, stick in his jaws so he could spear his fish on it. He much preferred to use his paws but if the current was too strong, this might be the best option to catch them.
Flexing his muscles as he saw a shimmer of scales in the water, he struck out to feel the fish glance him by, claws carding through its tail fin. Making a displeased expression, the tom would continue to wait, tail lifted into the air for balance. He would wait as long as necessary to get the kills he wanted. Narrowing his eyes as the sun emerged, his tail drooping to rest against the water, he gave a startled gasp as he felt a mouth close around his tail tip. Throwing his body around without much thought, he caught sight of the bass clinging to his tail, quickly going after it with his claws and a huff, digging claws into the fish as he threw it at the shore, hoping it wouldn't flop back into the water. Damn, if only he'd brought a bucket instead of a stick.
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