01-30-2021, 01:13 PM
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And so, a small group of Flintlockers set off in the early hours of the morning on a hunting trip, hunting bows at hand and off with a good lead following deer tracks in the fresh powder snow. Brothers Edmund and Thomas trudged quietly beside one another, Eddie’s head lowered as he searched for the deer tracks whilst Tom searched up ahead for any sign of their prey.
Several minutes later, Tommy slowed the group to a stop, slowly pointing to a small clearing in the forest where a lone buck grazed. Next, he looked towards Eddie, giving him a small nod to urge him to set up for his shot. Eddie would say nothing, instead crouching down further ahead as he prepared the arrow for his shot. He knelt down, a twig snapping from the weight of his knee, before the buck lifted it’s head. Alerted, it didn’t take long before the buck darted away into the forest.
❝ Fuck’s sake, Eddie. ❞ Tom grumbled, rising from where he’d been crouched down himself, before looking over towards the small group of those who came along for the hunting trip. ❝ Someone else take Eddie’s place for him. Fire the shot when we find that little man again. ❞ He ordered before swivelling around to look towards Eddie. Eddie’s nostrils flared with a stressed exhalation, slowly pushing himself back up onto his feet before walking back over towards the group and holding out the bow and arrow quivers for somebody else to take.
Clearly, he was losing his touch, and that was driving Eddie mad.
And so, a small group of Flintlockers set off in the early hours of the morning on a hunting trip, hunting bows at hand and off with a good lead following deer tracks in the fresh powder snow. Brothers Edmund and Thomas trudged quietly beside one another, Eddie’s head lowered as he searched for the deer tracks whilst Tom searched up ahead for any sign of their prey.
Several minutes later, Tommy slowed the group to a stop, slowly pointing to a small clearing in the forest where a lone buck grazed. Next, he looked towards Eddie, giving him a small nod to urge him to set up for his shot. Eddie would say nothing, instead crouching down further ahead as he prepared the arrow for his shot. He knelt down, a twig snapping from the weight of his knee, before the buck lifted it’s head. Alerted, it didn’t take long before the buck darted away into the forest.
❝ Fuck’s sake, Eddie. ❞ Tom grumbled, rising from where he’d been crouched down himself, before looking over towards the small group of those who came along for the hunting trip. ❝ Someone else take Eddie’s place for him. Fire the shot when we find that little man again. ❞ He ordered before swivelling around to look towards Eddie. Eddie’s nostrils flared with a stressed exhalation, slowly pushing himself back up onto his feet before walking back over towards the group and holding out the bow and arrow quivers for somebody else to take.
Clearly, he was losing his touch, and that was driving Eddie mad.
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I'M OUT OF MY MIND, REPLAYING THE SCENE