Post by atalanta on Nov 11, 2005 0:16:12 GMT -5
Mesheiko climbed onto a runaway emu; it had no tag. Hmm...it's a good mount. Perhaps I shall keep it, if I cannot find the owner, Mesheiko thought, his body bouncing only slightly on the emu's smooth gait. Mesheiko heard something: a noise of a beast. Mesheiko drew the bow that lay on the top of his pack, and loaded the arrow. He drew the arrow back, not as far as it could go, because Mesheiko couldn't shoot just yet. Not until he found out what was rustling that bush. Surprisingly, the emu stayed calm. Must be a war emu., Mesheiko thought. War emus were trained to handle great sounds, and to keep focus. It's owner must have been killed, for they are not let loose, and trained to stay. Mesheiko cringed at the thought.
The bush rustled more and more, but Mesheiko kept the arrow drawn back. Finally after much waiting, slight arm cramping, and an impatient emu pawing at the ground, Mesheiko heard a man's groan. Mesheiko dismounted, and lowered the bow & arrow far from positioned. The man was mid-30's perhaps, a man with a good amount of muscle. He was breathing heavily, rolls of sweat running off his brow. Then Mesheiko noticed, the man lay in a pool of blood.
"Sir! Sir! Are you alright?!"Mesheiko said in a loud voice, though he knew the answer to the question. "No, young man, I am not. The Fire Nation scum has taken me down; death is upon me. But please, a favor. Take the letter, it's in my emu's pockets, to-", and with those last words, the man died. Tears welled up in Mesheiko's eyes. So much death; so much pain; all because of this war. Mesheiko felt horrible that he did not go to bury the man, but he alerted the village to it. The leader said they would take care of it. Mesheiko mounted the emu, kicked it forward, lost in his own thoughts. Would that one day be him?
:.....Mesheiko has left the area....:
The bush rustled more and more, but Mesheiko kept the arrow drawn back. Finally after much waiting, slight arm cramping, and an impatient emu pawing at the ground, Mesheiko heard a man's groan. Mesheiko dismounted, and lowered the bow & arrow far from positioned. The man was mid-30's perhaps, a man with a good amount of muscle. He was breathing heavily, rolls of sweat running off his brow. Then Mesheiko noticed, the man lay in a pool of blood.
"Sir! Sir! Are you alright?!"Mesheiko said in a loud voice, though he knew the answer to the question. "No, young man, I am not. The Fire Nation scum has taken me down; death is upon me. But please, a favor. Take the letter, it's in my emu's pockets, to-", and with those last words, the man died. Tears welled up in Mesheiko's eyes. So much death; so much pain; all because of this war. Mesheiko felt horrible that he did not go to bury the man, but he alerted the village to it. The leader said they would take care of it. Mesheiko mounted the emu, kicked it forward, lost in his own thoughts. Would that one day be him?
:.....Mesheiko has left the area....: