Oct 1, 2023 2:05:44 GMT
Post by harukor on Oct 1, 2023 2:05:44 GMT
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Harukor nods. "I've come across a few in my time, but thankfully, not many. I'd prefer for evolution to happen at a much slower rate, for everyone's sake." He hated to imagine what it would be like for naturalists if the beast replaced all Tsushima leopards. Even now, despite the wind ruffling the beast's now smoothed fur, it felt like it was watching him, and the hunter felt a sinister expression surface on his face before he settled. His adrenaline was still running high. He needed to confirm that this thing wouldn't come back to life and start stalking them again. Standing up, rolling up his sleeves and brandishing his makiri, he carves out the arrow that had pierced the beast's eye, throwing it aside. He probably shouldn't start skinning with his wounds still threatening to bleed, but against taking his own advice again, Harukor wanted to leave as soon as possible.
"You should probably look away now if you're weak of stomach," he off-handedly muses, remembering that not everyone savoured being covered in guts. "and, yes. I'm a traditional hunter of Ainu descent. Guns or blazing weapons never appealed to me." He doesn't mention his participation as a soldier. "I think you might have crossed into the reserve from the wildlife park without realising it. Not that I blame you, there's no sign coming up this way." He pauses, then laughs broadly. "Oh yeah, I set up that trap, didn't I? Whoops."
Once he's finished separating the skin of the shoulders from the head, he turns to Freja, throwing and object at her. "Here. Leopard's tooth, free of charge. Now you can tell your friends you went hunting." He makes progress down the leopard's body with his forearms growing red in colour, marvelling at its soft, almost iridescent fur. It would probably sell for a lot, but he was tempted to keep it for himself. After a few minutes, he's tugging at the beast's body, pulling away its skin. "Whoa." He mutters to himself again. He's been out by himself in the wild a lot, obvious by the way he talks like there's no one around. "This is huge... might take a couple trips to get all this back. Say, I don't know if you'd want to come out here again after all that, but my daughter and I's hut isn't too far from here. Maybe I'll come save you from another leopard again sometime." He grins.
He starts to roll up the pelt and meat he had gathered when a soft light glows over Freja's shoulder, catching his eye. A slow feeling of melancholy crawls its way into his heart as he recognises the figure, growing quiet as he turned to look at it, humming. Standing there upwind of them, towards the mountain, is the ghostly figure of the mutant leopard. It's an effect of his quirk, but he doesn't treat it as one. "Seems like it's saying goodbye," he muses.
It stares for a moment longer, before turning tail and vanishing. Harukor looks after it in silence, before also turning to leave, seemingly in a random direction, walking straight into the forest. "This was fun and all, kid, but I'm going to go home and lament over these new scars for a bit." He doesn't turn to look back at Freja, waving over his shoulder. "Maybe I'll come find you if you ever turn up out here again."
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Harukor nods. "I've come across a few in my time, but thankfully, not many. I'd prefer for evolution to happen at a much slower rate, for everyone's sake." He hated to imagine what it would be like for naturalists if the beast replaced all Tsushima leopards. Even now, despite the wind ruffling the beast's now smoothed fur, it felt like it was watching him, and the hunter felt a sinister expression surface on his face before he settled. His adrenaline was still running high. He needed to confirm that this thing wouldn't come back to life and start stalking them again. Standing up, rolling up his sleeves and brandishing his makiri, he carves out the arrow that had pierced the beast's eye, throwing it aside. He probably shouldn't start skinning with his wounds still threatening to bleed, but against taking his own advice again, Harukor wanted to leave as soon as possible.
"You should probably look away now if you're weak of stomach," he off-handedly muses, remembering that not everyone savoured being covered in guts. "and, yes. I'm a traditional hunter of Ainu descent. Guns or blazing weapons never appealed to me." He doesn't mention his participation as a soldier. "I think you might have crossed into the reserve from the wildlife park without realising it. Not that I blame you, there's no sign coming up this way." He pauses, then laughs broadly. "Oh yeah, I set up that trap, didn't I? Whoops."
Once he's finished separating the skin of the shoulders from the head, he turns to Freja, throwing and object at her. "Here. Leopard's tooth, free of charge. Now you can tell your friends you went hunting." He makes progress down the leopard's body with his forearms growing red in colour, marvelling at its soft, almost iridescent fur. It would probably sell for a lot, but he was tempted to keep it for himself. After a few minutes, he's tugging at the beast's body, pulling away its skin. "Whoa." He mutters to himself again. He's been out by himself in the wild a lot, obvious by the way he talks like there's no one around. "This is huge... might take a couple trips to get all this back. Say, I don't know if you'd want to come out here again after all that, but my daughter and I's hut isn't too far from here. Maybe I'll come save you from another leopard again sometime." He grins.
He starts to roll up the pelt and meat he had gathered when a soft light glows over Freja's shoulder, catching his eye. A slow feeling of melancholy crawls its way into his heart as he recognises the figure, growing quiet as he turned to look at it, humming. Standing there upwind of them, towards the mountain, is the ghostly figure of the mutant leopard. It's an effect of his quirk, but he doesn't treat it as one. "Seems like it's saying goodbye," he muses.
It stares for a moment longer, before turning tail and vanishing. Harukor looks after it in silence, before also turning to leave, seemingly in a random direction, walking straight into the forest. "This was fun and all, kid, but I'm going to go home and lament over these new scars for a bit." He doesn't turn to look back at Freja, waving over his shoulder. "Maybe I'll come find you if you ever turn up out here again."
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