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.*

Comments

[sharpasafawkes]

If he knew all the fine print, then it's on him, but if he didn't know all of it then there's a little room for forgiveness. After all, people get into messes without knowing the full scope of it all the time. The problem is I don't know all the details, and I'm not going to make any judgments about just how guilty he is without meeting him. You've got a right to what you feel, but I can't use it as an unbiased source.

[nudging the horse to go into a quick trot, suddenly paying attention to the massive disturbance in the brush]

[fistingthing]

[Rather than replying, Fenris simply snarls, a low, angry sound; whoever this guy is, there's clearly no love lost there. He lopes beside the horse, sparks of power flickering through the markings as he braces for conflict.]

[sharpasafawkes]

[Are you sure you shouldn't be a sulky cat right now? However he's keeping an eye out for anything else]

We should flush him out into the open, safer for both of us, and I don't have to put up with Cesare being cross at me later.

[fistingthing]

[Void, no, the abomination likes cats.]

As you say. He must be fearsome when he's cross.

[Yes. Yes, Fenris is mocking you.]

[sharpasafawkes]

[Sigh] you'd be suprised what he can do when he's in a mood.

[fistingthing]

Ah. One of those?

[sharpasafawkes]

Depends on which sort of "those" you're talking about.

[fistingthing]

At a guess, vindictive.

[sharpasafawkes]

Absolutely, he'll get revenge on just about anything that damages his pride.

[fistingthing]

Hmm. I can understand that, a bit.

[sharpasafawkes]

[looking at the brush]

We really should head back to them, for politeness sake.