Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-10197675-20130801175527/@comment-5917049-20130828012328

Kremmenos pulls his crossbow and climbs to the trees, swiftly jumping from one tree to another. He has in his sights an old elk, not riddled with disease, but weak, though it could still escape. Kremmenos fired a bolt to the elk's head, killing it instantly. He then cut off pieces of the meat and skin, that he could use for his hut. Then another small creature caught his eye... A small vale deer, barely struggling to survive, his mother lied dying on the floor, with an arrow to it's knee, it was in great pain, so he ended her, grabbed the meat and brought the little calf to his hut.