Yes! Food! Finally... But... How the hell am I supposed to kill it? Unless... He lifts his bident, before trying to sneak as close as he can. Once he gets close enough, he throws the polearm, trying to impale the buck.
Starting Over [Archangel] [Discontinued]
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Having screwed up his shot, he didn't have any other choice but to follow the deer with his carving knife in hand. He starts moving faster once he sees a clear trail, wanting to catch it before it escapes. Or is killed by another hunter.
He crouches next to the buck, before quickly slitting its throat. "Sorry about that. Need your meat." He mutters, before picking up and slinging it around his shoulders. The cutting could wait till he got back.
He certainly would. However, food was the main concern right now. He had a tribe to feed.
With that in mind, he heads back to the site as fast as he can.
With that in mind, he heads back to the site as fast as he can.
"Bloody hell. That's a lot of wood..." He mutters, before slinging the buck down. "Alright everyone! Make a fire and get some sharp sticks! It's lunchtime!" He calls out loudly.
While they were building the fire, he was carving the buck open. Then, he hands out cuts to everyone present, giving the largest to Maul, and keeping the smallest for himself. "Roast it on a spit, people. Until it turns... Well... Whatever colour you want it. I'd suggest a bit of pink in the middle!" He calls out, before picking up the intestines and looking around for a source of running water.
Well... Looks like the intestines and stomach were useless at this point. Maybe he could use it as bait later...
Once he tosses the entrails away, he walks over to the rest of the group and joins them in roasting his piece of meat over the fire.
Once he tosses the entrails away, he walks over to the rest of the group and joins them in roasting his piece of meat over the fire.
Idle chat wafts around as everyone cooks their share of the meat, happy to have some real food since they arrived here.
A good number of logs are stacked to the side while a pile of wood pieces and sticsk sit next to that form Maul's group. A small stack of berries and other plants are not far from that, presumably edible... and one of the mutants has seeds to grow but no tools to make it happen.
A good number of logs are stacked to the side while a pile of wood pieces and sticsk sit next to that form Maul's group. A small stack of berries and other plants are not far from that, presumably edible... and one of the mutants has seeds to grow but no tools to make it happen.
If they had no tools, they'd probably have to do it by hand. But the major problem was the lack of fresh water. He'd need to send out search parties t find some.
He quickly finishes off his tiny slice, and gets up to walk towards the mountain. Then, he flies up as high as he can, trying to spot any close sources of water.
He grins happily and starts making his way back down, walking towards them quickly with a smile on his face.
"Heeey! Welcome back!" He yells, running to them and waving. "Oh your wings grew back! Congrats!" He says, before hugging them. "So what did you find?" He asks.
They both give him a hug before looking at each other and back to him.
"So, we found a new tribe but we can't really decide what to make of them. They are very... firm in their beliefs."
"What she means is, they are a bunch of lunk heads! They believe the virus was "The great culling of the weak" and now only the strong or smart survive. They think all of this is like a test and now that the weak are dead it is up to the superior people to remake the world and decide how it functions."
"Beyond that they are a firm race on slaving. If you were not strong enough to fight them off, then you should serve under them. They don't seem cruel to their slaves but... they are very firm about it all."
"Also they have a black smith... so that is interesting. He can make stuff out of rock, clay or whatever metal they might have. Oh, and despite all that shit, gender means nothing to them, they only care about what you can do."
"So, we found a new tribe but we can't really decide what to make of them. They are very... firm in their beliefs."
"What she means is, they are a bunch of lunk heads! They believe the virus was "The great culling of the weak" and now only the strong or smart survive. They think all of this is like a test and now that the weak are dead it is up to the superior people to remake the world and decide how it functions."
"Beyond that they are a firm race on slaving. If you were not strong enough to fight them off, then you should serve under them. They don't seem cruel to their slaves but... they are very firm about it all."
"Also they have a black smith... so that is interesting. He can make stuff out of rock, clay or whatever metal they might have. Oh, and despite all that shit, gender means nothing to them, they only care about what you can do."
"Well, that's... Hmm... If I go there, they'll probably ask for a fight or something. To prove who is more dominant. Chances of me winning rely highly on what they look like. Speaking of which... Physical descriptions, please?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
"They could best be described as a melting pot. Any and all are welcome there and there is no set appearance... much like what you have started here Kai. Though if you want to assimilate their tribe you would have to fight their chief... and he certainly won the genetic lottery with the virus."
"Oh yea. Six feet six inches tall at least, powerful broad build that he obviously takes care of. Four arms, a prehensile spiked tail that is obviously used as a bullwhip when needed, a second row of retractable teeth over his normal human ones, claws instead of nails, rough gray skin that I can only guess is naturally damage resistant, bald so no hair to grab, cool spines running down his back and tail as well... just over all awesome."
"Oh yea. Six feet six inches tall at least, powerful broad build that he obviously takes care of. Four arms, a prehensile spiked tail that is obviously used as a bullwhip when needed, a second row of retractable teeth over his normal human ones, claws instead of nails, rough gray skin that I can only guess is naturally damage resistant, bald so no hair to grab, cool spines running down his back and tail as well... just over all awesome."
".... Of course it had to be someone who's stupidly strong. Was he smart or no?" He asks, scratching the back of his neck.
"That, or he merely relies on his strength to keep his hold over them. Nobody can defeat him in physical combat. Therefore, they're too scared to stand against him." He murmurs, rubbing his chin.