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Timestamp: Cylus 26, 718
Qit'ria's fingers worked slowly, using some flexible bark she'd carved to tie several sticks together. She was making a simple frame, using sticks as crossbars. The bark wrapped around the intersections of the sticks, and many a times she would undo it if it wasn't straight enough. Eventually she had what resembled a box, though one end was opened. But to her, it wasn't just a box. It was a cage. A squirrel cage specifically.
She crafted a gate door for the open end, putting it on a longer rolling arm. When she fitted it into place, it allowed the gate to swing down into the cage, but not outward. Flipping it idly, she tested every bit of the cage a bit with her hands, making sure nothing was loose and that every stick was nice and strong. Satisfied, she grabbed her gear and the cage, and made her way westward.
Lately she'd noticed that the squirrels were starting to come out of hibernation, which meant this cold was about to break. And she wanted to be there waiting for the hungry ones. She'd already rounded up nuts and dried berries out of her food stores to use as bait. Upon arriving at a suitable oak tree, one she knew squirrels loved the nuts of, she set her gear down and got out a coil of rope. Holding one end, she threw the coil over a branch. She repeated this twice, and gave a nice tug on it, satisfied the rope wouldn't slip if she were quick, she leapt up and grabbed it. She swung back and forth a bit, and used her feet to grip the rope.
She held herself in place with her arms, then scooted her feet up the rope, and used that as a push off point. The rope slipped a bit and Qit hustled up the rope, hooking an arm over the branch, and hiking herself up onto it. Once there, she pulled the rope up, and cut off two lengths of it. One she used to make a cradle net for the cage, which she lowered down to the ground after looping it a few times, leaving the loose end to hang down. She tossed down the other length, then decided to try something her mom used to do when she was a wee Qit.
She stood up, arms out to maintain her balance. She then hopped off the back of the branch. She went down, caught the branch and winced as her shoulders jerked her to a stop. She then began swinging her body back and forth, kicking her legs as she went forward. On an upswing, she let go, and just like her mom used to she did an absolutely perfect back flip with a stunning landing. Or rather, would've, if she'd had any idea what she was doing. Somehow, she ended up face first in the snow, breath forced out of her lungs.
Annoyed, she got up, dusted herself off and stormed over to the cage, fitting it into the cradle she'd made, and hoisting it up into the air. She tied it off around a root of the tree to keep it in place. She began to free and unwind the rope, so she had a single thin, long strand. She tied it around a long, heavy stick at one end, and held onto it as she climbed back up to her branch. She looped the string over the branch, and tied it to the swing gate on the cage. The hanging stick kept it closed, but as Qit pressed on it, it opened up. When she let go, it closed once more. Perfect.
She pulled out a small sack of the nuts and berries, tying them to the underside of the gate, so it was suspended within the cage. The bait was set, and in such a way that forced a squirrel to enter it to get at them. Satisfied, she gathered up her belongings, and was about to head back to camp, when she saw it. The weaselbear. Or rather... badjerk, or something like that, that Earlo called it. Her nostrils flared angrily, and she drew her javelin, and began running after it.
It dashed over a large fallen tree, and Qit leapt up over it, getting a hand down to help vault her, swinging her legs off to one side. She landed heavily and continued to chase the fast little bastard. It darted under some brush, and she plowed straight through it. It was time to end this creature once and for all. She found herself dashing past a cave, ignoring it completely as she pursued the creature that had been tormenting her since Saun. At least she was, until something thudded heavily into the side of her head, and she felt sharp claws raking at her face. Her spear came up defensively, bapping whatever the hell the creature was with the shaft.
This put some distance between them, and Qit saw that it was a flunny. But she couldn't understand why it was attacking her. They never attacked, only ran. It dove at her once more with its flapping ears, and she thrust from the hip upward with her spear. It dodged easily as it closed in. Qit tucked her body into spear, and spun to the side, crashing the shaft into the body of the critter. It was thrown into a tree, where it fell a bit, standing on its legs, shaking its head in its daze. This was followed by the head of the spear stabbing just beneath its head, right through the neck, thunking into the tree behind it, decapitating the beast.
Qit pulled her spear free, looking to the direction the badjerk weaselbear had gone off to, but knew it was too late. It was too fast. Gone. And never left a trail. So infuriating. Turning back to the dead flunny, she picked it up, looking around for a place to dress it. No reason to waste a perfectly good meal.
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Kashehino Text
Timestamp: Cylus 26, 718
Qit'ria's fingers worked slowly, using some flexible bark she'd carved to tie several sticks together. She was making a simple frame, using sticks as crossbars. The bark wrapped around the intersections of the sticks, and many a times she would undo it if it wasn't straight enough. Eventually she had what resembled a box, though one end was opened. But to her, it wasn't just a box. It was a cage. A squirrel cage specifically.
She crafted a gate door for the open end, putting it on a longer rolling arm. When she fitted it into place, it allowed the gate to swing down into the cage, but not outward. Flipping it idly, she tested every bit of the cage a bit with her hands, making sure nothing was loose and that every stick was nice and strong. Satisfied, she grabbed her gear and the cage, and made her way westward.
Lately she'd noticed that the squirrels were starting to come out of hibernation, which meant this cold was about to break. And she wanted to be there waiting for the hungry ones. She'd already rounded up nuts and dried berries out of her food stores to use as bait. Upon arriving at a suitable oak tree, one she knew squirrels loved the nuts of, she set her gear down and got out a coil of rope. Holding one end, she threw the coil over a branch. She repeated this twice, and gave a nice tug on it, satisfied the rope wouldn't slip if she were quick, she leapt up and grabbed it. She swung back and forth a bit, and used her feet to grip the rope.
She held herself in place with her arms, then scooted her feet up the rope, and used that as a push off point. The rope slipped a bit and Qit hustled up the rope, hooking an arm over the branch, and hiking herself up onto it. Once there, she pulled the rope up, and cut off two lengths of it. One she used to make a cradle net for the cage, which she lowered down to the ground after looping it a few times, leaving the loose end to hang down. She tossed down the other length, then decided to try something her mom used to do when she was a wee Qit.
She stood up, arms out to maintain her balance. She then hopped off the back of the branch. She went down, caught the branch and winced as her shoulders jerked her to a stop. She then began swinging her body back and forth, kicking her legs as she went forward. On an upswing, she let go, and just like her mom used to she did an absolutely perfect back flip with a stunning landing. Or rather, would've, if she'd had any idea what she was doing. Somehow, she ended up face first in the snow, breath forced out of her lungs.
Annoyed, she got up, dusted herself off and stormed over to the cage, fitting it into the cradle she'd made, and hoisting it up into the air. She tied it off around a root of the tree to keep it in place. She began to free and unwind the rope, so she had a single thin, long strand. She tied it around a long, heavy stick at one end, and held onto it as she climbed back up to her branch. She looped the string over the branch, and tied it to the swing gate on the cage. The hanging stick kept it closed, but as Qit pressed on it, it opened up. When she let go, it closed once more. Perfect.
She pulled out a small sack of the nuts and berries, tying them to the underside of the gate, so it was suspended within the cage. The bait was set, and in such a way that forced a squirrel to enter it to get at them. Satisfied, she gathered up her belongings, and was about to head back to camp, when she saw it. The weaselbear. Or rather... badjerk, or something like that, that Earlo called it. Her nostrils flared angrily, and she drew her javelin, and began running after it.
It dashed over a large fallen tree, and Qit leapt up over it, getting a hand down to help vault her, swinging her legs off to one side. She landed heavily and continued to chase the fast little bastard. It darted under some brush, and she plowed straight through it. It was time to end this creature once and for all. She found herself dashing past a cave, ignoring it completely as she pursued the creature that had been tormenting her since Saun. At least she was, until something thudded heavily into the side of her head, and she felt sharp claws raking at her face. Her spear came up defensively, bapping whatever the hell the creature was with the shaft.
This put some distance between them, and Qit saw that it was a flunny. But she couldn't understand why it was attacking her. They never attacked, only ran. It dove at her once more with its flapping ears, and she thrust from the hip upward with her spear. It dodged easily as it closed in. Qit tucked her body into spear, and spun to the side, crashing the shaft into the body of the critter. It was thrown into a tree, where it fell a bit, standing on its legs, shaking its head in its daze. This was followed by the head of the spear stabbing just beneath its head, right through the neck, thunking into the tree behind it, decapitating the beast.
Qit pulled her spear free, looking to the direction the badjerk weaselbear had gone off to, but knew it was too late. It was too fast. Gone. And never left a trail. So infuriating. Turning back to the dead flunny, she picked it up, looking around for a place to dress it. No reason to waste a perfectly good meal.
