towerofanimus | A Hunting in the woods.

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A Hunting in the woods.

Characters: Thorin and OPEN.
Setting: Floor Thirty Two
When: April 13th
Format: Prose
Summary: Thorin is fed up of health bars and the canteen doesn't offer up much for a dwarf king so he is taking to hunting on Floor Thirty Two. He will be looking to gather food and hunt an animal or two. If he can find one.
Warnings: Violence possible gore during hunting.

Thorin had managed to navigate by using the elevator for the first time. The elf, Legolas, had shown him how to work it. For that, he was grateful. His prejudice against the blond elf was rapidly diminishing, due to how helpful he had been. Adjusting his sword on his belt he wanted to see what Floor Thirty Two had to offer. After being told it contained flora and fauna, he couldn't resist a possible hunting trip.

The yearn to hunt and be outside had overpowered Thorin's senses. He was a dwarf. A warrior and hunter. Not some animal within a cage. Feeling the wind on his face as he passed through the doors into the natural landscape, he sighed.

This was worth the long ride on the elevator. He set about gathering wood and sticks to build a fire. He needed heat first then he could set about gathering his prey. Also, the fire would act as a beacon if he became lost within the woodland. Who knows what else could leap out and attack him. He snapped some large twigs in half and set about building his fire. Looking behind and around him, Thorin wondered who else inhabited this area.

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Jonouchi was adjusting to the tower well enough in over time. His rough start still left him with a bit of lingering fear since he was unable to protect himself as well as some of the other captives within the tower. The blonde was out of his element since he was so accustomed to being independent. On the streets he was at the top of the food chain, but now he was closer to the bottom. It was unnerving to think about it so he tried not to.

During his active scoping of the tower, a familiar dwarf was sighted in the corner of his eye. Jonouchi paced back just enough to see the dwarf near the entrance of the floor.

"Ehh, what're you doing, Thourin?" His pronunciation was still off, he'll get it eventually.

Thorin heard the familiar voice of the boy he had befriended not long before. Turning towards Jonouchi from staring into the burning flames, he gave the boy a nod.

"Greetings, Jonouchi. What brings you to the open air floor? Have you come to do some hunting or gathering? I dislike the food offered within the cafeteria. It does not agree with my stomach." He gave a strange look. To be honest, Thorin felt more at home here within the woods and the open air. Cooking on a campfire and hunting whatever he could find.

What brings him? Thorin bring him, he didn't normally male familiarities with the floors unless it had games or a comfortable lounge. He wasn't particularly fond of the dorms, it was very friendly or inviting when it came down to it. However, the blonde would manage knowing his friends wouldn't have to live the way he did here.

"No... The food is kinda bad." He agreed with that. He might just fanboy if the individual said so. Jonouchi's usual preference when it came to heroic things was always warriors and Thorin actually was one.

Edited 2013-04-14 07:06 (UTC)

Bad? That was one way of putting it. Thorin had tasted better dried meat that had been left out in the sun, than what was in the cafeteria. "Tis stale food I agree. How can they expect us to live on such filth?" He almost spat the last word. His anger rising as he began to sharpen his sword with a flat rock.

"Will you assist me, Jonouchi? I am foraging for mushrooms and wild herbs. If I become injured, the herbs will tend to my wounds. Perhaps you would like to gather some for yourself?" He looked at the boy. He didn't look like the type to hunt and gather. He was strong willed though and Thorin liked that.

Jonouchi perked when the warrior asked him for help. At least it wasn't to help kill anything since Jonouchi didn't really have any skills in combat with weapons. Fists, sure, but that wasn't a method of hunting. Gathering herbs was easy enough, right? He'll do it!

"Sure! Is that all you need?" If it is he'll be on his way to harvesting those. Just don't expect him to bring very good ones, he can't tell the difference between what's okay to eat and what's poisonousness.

"If you can gather some mushrooms, I will see if I can hunt us down some good, fresh meat." Thorin nodded. He didn't even think to assume that Jonouchi might be vegetarian. That was an elvish thing. Dwarves ate meat and vegetables were a side thought.

"Do not eat any of them until we have sorted them though. They may be deadly."

Good thing he didn't because Jonouchi wasn't. He loved his meat okay, it was a beautiful dish and not something he would give up.

"Okay. I'll be back."

He'll be on his way!

Thorin nodded to the boy as he readied his bow and quiver. He also carried his sword, Orcrist. He was grateful the chest contained the elven blade, which he had come to favour now.

[Time skipping all of the harvesting because you really don't want to read how he probably picked terrible things or got into fights with shrubs.]

Like a puppy, the blonde returned with an armful of different plants of sorts He wasn't sure what all to gather and what was okay to eat. He never had to fend for himself in this manner before. He was a city boy after all, and such methods weren't required for survival.

"Is this okay?" He asked as he displayed everything.

Thorin looked at what Jonouchi had brought back and nodded. "You have done well. These will do nicely." He took the plants and placed them into a leather bag. "Perhaps, we can make a broth out of these plants." He hoped none would prove to be poisonous.

"That sounds delicious! What would be the main dish?!" You can only hope!

Sam on the other hand was just wandering, inspecting some of the local fauna and wondering if this specific type of mushroom would turn out to be poisonous.

He heard the crackling of flames and went to see who was there, though he had been warned about monsters he was sure if he was careful it would be alright.

Thorin heard the cracking of leaves underfoot as he sat by the newly made fire. It burned strongly and he could feel the heat against his face. Getting up quickly, he turned his attention to the sound of the footsteps.

Sword drawn, he was ready for whatever beast lurked in the undergrowth. He sighed then smiled to himself as he saw the hobbit in the undergrowth. He sheathed Orcrist as he walked towards Sam.

"Greetings, mister Gamgee. What brings you to the open air?"

"Greetings..." He stumbled a bit, because he considered himself good with honorifics and all but had no idea what to call Thorin who was from a good way before his time.

"Just exploring, learning more about this place."

"Aye. There is much to learn about this place. That much is true. You do not need to be nervous around me, mister Gamgee. We are friends within this tower, you and I." He placed a hand on the hobbit's shoulder. Something he often did with young Bilbo.

"Will you help me gather some mushrooms or cook some meat once I have killed my prey?"

"Of course I will." Sam smiled at him, "I'll go start gathering some now."

"I will prepare my bow and arrows to find some prey." He nodded to the hobbit and looked ahead into the thick dense trees.

Sam smiled and went off, gathering as he went. It felt strange an activity as normal as this in a place so not normal. But he found mushrooms and some roots that would taste good with whatever Thorin managed to catch.

Thorin nodded as Sam left to find some mushrooms. The dwarf had his bow and quiver ready as he set out to find some prey. He kept a low profile as he spotted what looked like a small deer up ahead. He made sure he was upwind as the animal would surely detect the smell of dwarf.

Thorin cocked his bow and stepped forward, inching closer to the beast. He was within a few metres as he pulled his bow back as far as the string would allow. The deer was unaware of the dwarf, camouflaged in the dense undergrowth. Thorin had years of practice at this and he rarely missed. Like Kili, he had keen sight.

Loosing his arrow, he struck the deer in the hindquarters. Smiling to himself, Thorin quickly pulled the arrow from the flesh and slung the beast over his shoulder as he walked back to the fire. Surely, Sam should have found something by now.

Sam was a few more moments but soon enough he had his hands full of mushrooms and herbs that he had found, he found his way back to the clearing and smiled at Thorin, "You caught that?"

Thorin nodded. "Aye. We dwarves have to hunt for ourselves out in the wilds. We do not have the luxury of home cooked meals such as hobbits and other races." He smiled slightly at those words. He did not mean offence to Sam, but knew how hobbits liked their home cooked food.

Sam nodded, taking no offense from it. "Aye we do, though I have come to appreciate traveling food." Or any food at all.

A huge, armored figure reeking of fresh animal kills is hunched near the fire. When he got there is a bit unclear. Has the silent wolf been watching Thorin for sometime?

It is impossible to tell. But a being almost as big as a troll, though made of metal instead of stone, is definitely watching over the Dwarf King.

Thorin heard the crack of twigs underfoot and felt a heavy presence watching him. He narrowed his eyes and unsheathed Orcrist slowly. He turned around and prepared himself for a fight. He nearly stumbled back as he saw the huge figure watching him.

It was huge. Menacing. A stone giant? Nay, none he had ever seen. He swallowed then glared up at the creature.

"Why were you watching me?"

"Because you interest me, of course."

He says, in a voice too deep to be human, but filtered to metallic by the interference of the helm. It comes out strangely muffled, as though the functionality of his armor has been altered somehow. Loken knows why, of course, the voxcaster is broken, but to Thorin it just sounds like someone talking from underneath a pillow.

"I interest you? How?" Thorin stood firm, his stance not moving. His fingers still clutching the sword in his hand. He would be ready to strike if this giant chose to fight him. His voice sounded broken, an almost robotic sound. Un-earthly to Thorin's ears.

"You spied on me because I interest you?"

"Yes. I have not seen your kind in years, and I didn't want to startle you. You looked... cautious."

And Cerberus is a hugenormous terror of metal and flesh, after all.

Cautious? More like nearly scared out of his wits with surprise at seeing a huge giant behind him. "Aye. You could say that, giant. What are you? You do not seem to be like any giant I can seen before." Thorin let his eyes graze over the huge form. The strange stone that the creature was made of caused him to frown.

The giant reaches up, unhooking his helm, and exposing a face that could wellhave been carved from rock, all hard planes with the scarring of several lifetimes of battle clear to see. Some of the most recent scars, little burns and cuts, are still a bit pink.

"I'm probably not. My name is Cerberus, and I am of the Legiones Astartes."

Thorin narrowed his eyes. The creature was not a giant, but a man. He nodded to him in greeting. "Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror. King under the Mountain." He had never seen such a tall man before. Did some grow to be this tall?

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"A king? Interesting. I have met many dynasts in my life, though few hunting in a strange prison. I take it you do not rule this place?"

"Nay, I do not. I am a prisoner as much as you are, friend. I come from a world where we live as free peoples. This place offers no such relief as there is no way out."

"Know no fear. We shall break free in time."

His hard face has the determined cast of a man who has never surrendered. Ever.

Thorin nodded. He liked how this man thought. It was how Thorin though, being the hardened warrior he was. He would not let the tower break him.

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