[b][color=007236]Skrik the Goblin[/color][/b]

Skrik had found it easy to find the stream after getting close enough to hear it.  The usefulness of water made the sound encouraging but something about it was worrying as well.  In fact, he was a little disappointed when he got in view.  This was a babbling brook, shallow and moderately swift with a horned rabbit drinking from the bank.  It should have been an ideal situation for a hunt with the prey distracted, the wind from the direction of the stream and the sound of flowing water to cover his approach.  But, the pebbled bank extended more than ten strides from the water’s edge and was completely devoid of cover.  The stones were smooth and dry, prone to rattling when disturbed, and yet some of them were quite shiny.  He would take a closer look at the stones when he was done with the business at hand.  For now, they would make stealth almost impossible.

In his first hunt, stealth had been his friend.  Indeed, he felt that it had a place in this hunt as well.  However, it had to play a lesser part this time.  The horned rabbit’s head was down.  It could see along the bank to either side of it but not directly behind or above itself.  The open ground between the pebbled bank and the tree line had one small blessing over the forest floor.  It lacked the carpet of leaves and twigs that had challenged his fledgling stealth skills before.  It was a blanket of smooth grass that had been grazed smooth by beasts.  He would have no problem approaching the bank quietly.  However he would have to cross that last leg of the journey without disturbing his prey until he reached it.

There was only one way that he could think of.  He would have to jump.

He began to slowly move over the grass, avoiding any noise that could be heard over the wind and stream.  The horned rabbit wasn’t being very watchful.  It seemed to be very thirsty and Skrik would count on that need slowing its reaction time.  It would be a little reluctant to turn from its drink.  After he closed to within a suitable distance and had a good feel for the grass underfoot he smoothly and quietly accelerated to a dash, reading the horned rabbit’s posture for clues as to how it would move when it detected him, and then he leaped.  He led with his open hand, seeking to pin the rabbit against the ground by its neck or slash its legs if he missed, and kept his knife ready to strike a finishing blow with his other hand.  

He knew that this kind of pounce had some risk involved.  If he missed he could find himself splashing face first into the stream or the rocks.  The worst case scenario could leave him with a broken neck or bleeding from an attack by the rabbit.


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Inventory: (Numbing) Poison Rock Knife, Cloth Wristbands, Cloth Neckband, Tight Loincloth, Numbing Bark

Starting Skill: Butcher’s Insight [Heightened ability to find vital points, predict movement based on physiology, and get the most out of a carcass.]
Acquired Skills: Slash (claws),

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