IC: Boar Hunting

[maleborgia]

*Camp's a farm, right? And you know what farms have? Pigs.

The ones in Camp are a little... different from the cute, not-by-the-hair-on-my-chinney-chin-chin ones some of you might be more familiar with, however...

One way or another, it's clearly the time for a boar hunt. Clearly. And somewhere away from the center of Camp are two people on horses looking to do just that.*

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[sharpasafawkes]

I swear I saw him around here.

[maleborgia]

As did I. *nudges Romulus in the direction where the boar and dogs disappeared*

[sharpasafawkes]

I've got to say, loosing a massive pig in a sunhat is rather impressive for us.

[maleborgia]

Well, we are in Camp. It may very well have vanished entirely.

[fistingthing]

[The wheat nearby rustles. Something is moving through it, something that isn't exactly small.]

[sharpasafawkes]

[At least Shaun's horse notices, which means there's one historian looking in that direction]

Oh lovely, what now? Piglets?

[maleborgia]

*turning to look as well*

No, I don't think so.

[fistingthing]

[Rustle rustle rustle-]

[- You were looking for a dog? What just pushed out of the wheat, sniffing the ground and air, is no mere dog. No, it's a wolf - a rather lean and rangy wolf, but a wolf all the same. One with startling green eyes and a set of white markings curling over his entire body that would look awfully familiar to one of the mounted pair.]

[sharpasafawkes]

[Don't mock, don't mock...]

Why hello there, out for a little stroll?

[maleborgia]

*glances at Shaun*

Do you know him?

[fistingthing]

[Stop short and looks up at the horses - who are likely none too pleased by the presence of a wolf. Horses generally aren't.] Not that it's your business, but I'm hunting. Maybe you've missed it, but most of camp is eating hay right now, and for some reason, I don't find that thought appetizing.

[Yep, that's definitely Fenris. Can't be more than a couple people around with that voice.]

[sharpasafawkes]

[He knows that douchebaggery anywhere! ...Besides Cesare. And himself]

Large pig with a hat? Something out of prehistory even?

[maleborgia]

*slightly distracted by the wolf plus horse scenario, but...*

There were hunting dogs following it as well, but they vanished somewhere over here by the time we came around to have a look.

[fistingthing]

The trail does smell like pig. But if you thought it was wearing a hat, I should be irritated with you for hitting the bar and not inviting me. And does your friend know you've been drinking and riding?

[sharpasafawkes]

No, like a little hat from a fair...

-Cesare don't you dare laugh

[maleborgia]

*doesn't exactly laugh, but does grin at that and at Shaun's reaction*

As much as he may appear otherwise, Shaun is still rather a novice rider. If he had been imbibing so much, I doubt we would have made it even this far.

[fistingthing]

[Fenris' eyes narrow just a bit at the distinctly Antivan-style name.] Were the two of you hunting it as well?

[sharpasafawkes]

Yeah, I don't want it getting a hold of a camper. It's bigger than the horses, and about twice as foul-tempered as Cesare's.

[maleborgia]

*:| at that to Shaun.*

[fistingthing]

That sounds as though it ought to be a slight challenge. And more than enough for myself and Hawke, even with her back to human and eating more than a squirrel or two.

If you'd like to come along, it would be a shame to waste any of the meat.

[sharpasafawkes]

Doesn't sound like a bad plan, extra firepower might be useful.

[maleborgia]

I agree. We appreciate your assistance.

[hawkwardmoment]

[more rustling, before a woman walks out. sighing dramatically.]

You know, Fenris, you could slow down for those of us who don't have four—

[oh we have company.]

—I see you've made friends while I wasn't looking.

[sharpasafawkes]

Just one, unless the horses count now.

[maleborgia]

*moves slightly towards her*

My name is Cesare Borgia and this is Shaun Hastings. We have only just met up with your friend.