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Character(s): Eric Northman & Elena Gilbert
Rating: 13+
Cautions/Warnings: language
Location: beach near the huts
Approximate Date: Starts Eric's 2nd night on the island.
Status: Completed
Eric pulled himself up out of the ground. He brushed the dirt out of his hair and from his clothes and headed north. He'd heard a lot of creatures in the woods when he was seeking a place to rest, and now it was time to hunt. He wasn't fond of animal blood, but it was far better than Tru Blood, by a long-shot.
He wasn't as fast as he normally was. He wasn't slow, but it was a noticeable difference--by almost half. Even so, before long he was draining the blood from a wolf. When he finished, he skinned the carcass. He no longer ate meat, but fur was always useful. Even if it wasn't cold here, it might turn, and if nothing else, humans enjoyed it--he could barter with it.
The lessons he'd learnt as a viking, hunting and trapping, felling trees in order to build fires and shelter, and fashioning something useful from nothing at all came in handy now. He was a bit frustrated--okay, EXTREMELY frustrated--that he had no axe. His knife wasn't going to be much use. So he'd had to opt for collecting fallen limbs, vines, and long grasses. He set to work bundling them together. He kept an eye on the eastern sky and once the inky black lightened to a royal purple, he abandoned the task in order to dig his hole for the night. The cave faced east, but was deep enough that the very back never got more than a tiny bit of sunlight. Even so, he settled into the ground, lest the bleeds come.
The following evening, he resumed his task. He climbed from the hole and froze. Sometime during the day a small shovel, an axe, an adz, and a maul had appeared in the cave, along with a large measure of what appeared to be hemp twine.
He stared in disbelief for a very long moment, before grabbing them and going to work. Within hours he'd finished a lean-to. He would need to build a bucket, but for now, he managed a crude bowl. He hurried to the water where he scooped up a bowlful. Once he was back in the cave, he mixed up a thick paste of mud and coated the lean-to, then laid grass over it, pressing it in. He'd need to do that again periodically, but it was a decent wind and weather screen now, and would also shield him from daylight.
He dug a fire pit, then a better hole in the ground for sleep. He didn't need to cover himself--he simply needed to be below ground.
Finally, with a few hours of night left, he set out to explore. He approached the quiet beach with the huts, walking quietly and keeping an eye and ear open for signs of others.
Rating: 13+
Cautions/Warnings: language
Location: beach near the huts
Approximate Date: Starts Eric's 2nd night on the island.
Status: Completed
Eric pulled himself up out of the ground. He brushed the dirt out of his hair and from his clothes and headed north. He'd heard a lot of creatures in the woods when he was seeking a place to rest, and now it was time to hunt. He wasn't fond of animal blood, but it was far better than Tru Blood, by a long-shot.
He wasn't as fast as he normally was. He wasn't slow, but it was a noticeable difference--by almost half. Even so, before long he was draining the blood from a wolf. When he finished, he skinned the carcass. He no longer ate meat, but fur was always useful. Even if it wasn't cold here, it might turn, and if nothing else, humans enjoyed it--he could barter with it.
The lessons he'd learnt as a viking, hunting and trapping, felling trees in order to build fires and shelter, and fashioning something useful from nothing at all came in handy now. He was a bit frustrated--okay, EXTREMELY frustrated--that he had no axe. His knife wasn't going to be much use. So he'd had to opt for collecting fallen limbs, vines, and long grasses. He set to work bundling them together. He kept an eye on the eastern sky and once the inky black lightened to a royal purple, he abandoned the task in order to dig his hole for the night. The cave faced east, but was deep enough that the very back never got more than a tiny bit of sunlight. Even so, he settled into the ground, lest the bleeds come.
The following evening, he resumed his task. He climbed from the hole and froze. Sometime during the day a small shovel, an axe, an adz, and a maul had appeared in the cave, along with a large measure of what appeared to be hemp twine.
He stared in disbelief for a very long moment, before grabbing them and going to work. Within hours he'd finished a lean-to. He would need to build a bucket, but for now, he managed a crude bowl. He hurried to the water where he scooped up a bowlful. Once he was back in the cave, he mixed up a thick paste of mud and coated the lean-to, then laid grass over it, pressing it in. He'd need to do that again periodically, but it was a decent wind and weather screen now, and would also shield him from daylight.
He dug a fire pit, then a better hole in the ground for sleep. He didn't need to cover himself--he simply needed to be below ground.
Finally, with a few hours of night left, he set out to explore. He approached the quiet beach with the huts, walking quietly and keeping an eye and ear open for signs of others.