Pr0fane
11-06-2005, 04:38 PM
Okay, I know I wrote this bit a while back and haven't done anything else since, but life just doesn't always allow the luxury of indulging in the little things we enjoy. Here is my piece again, with some small editing...as the smell of burnt oats wafts throughout my house.
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The lone rider slid from his mount in a single, practised move. He knew they were getting closer, could almost smell their heathen oils and unguents on the dusk breeze. With skill borne of years as a solitary hunter, he moved to the ridgeline on his belly. He removed the dust caps from the lenses of his long rifle and propped it between two convenient stones. Peering into the sight he could see their silhouettes on the horizon.
Deadly mistake to be moving on the high ground like that with the waning sun behind them. He counted four of the mutant creatures. Easy enough to drop all of them, if that was his plan. These ones, these Bolas, had limited range capability but nothing that could threaten his position. It was more important to remember that these were hunters for the aberration tribes. Always in packs, maybe they weren
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The lone rider slid from his mount in a single, practised move. He knew they were getting closer, could almost smell their heathen oils and unguents on the dusk breeze. With skill borne of years as a solitary hunter, he moved to the ridgeline on his belly. He removed the dust caps from the lenses of his long rifle and propped it between two convenient stones. Peering into the sight he could see their silhouettes on the horizon.
Deadly mistake to be moving on the high ground like that with the waning sun behind them. He counted four of the mutant creatures. Easy enough to drop all of them, if that was his plan. These ones, these Bolas, had limited range capability but nothing that could threaten his position. It was more important to remember that these were hunters for the aberration tribes. Always in packs, maybe they weren