forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

Started May 02, 2018 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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(yayyy! XD)
Bernon relaxed a bit and cracked a smile. "How many blisters do you have? I think I'm getting close to thirteen."

“Five maybe? Looks like you might be cooking,” She laughed a little.

"Oof. I swear I've walked places before." Bernon grinned ruefully. "I guess I'm used to a slower pace than this. Oh well, cooking's a thing I enjoy."

“Good because I can’t cook for my life, come on let’s get going blister boy.” Tanrial said, grinning.

"Hang on," Bernon protested as they started to walk. "What about you, Mike? How many blisters?"
"One," Mike said. "Maybe. It might just be a burr in my shoe."
"Aww." Bernon mock-pouted. "I'm jealous, man. You'll never have to cook at this rate."
"I'll do most of the food-gathering, if it makes you feel better."

“Don’t be a sore loser, there’s still time for us to gather more.” She nudged him with her elbow.

"True." Bernon lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Maybe we can slip some more burrs in his shoes when he's not looking."

“Nice idea.”

They walked for a long time, breaking back out into the open ground as the sun started to sink lower in the sky. Mike was mostly silent, focusing on navigating the terrain, but Bernon kept a steady stream of quiet conversation going, which made the monotonous travel more bearable.
At last they saw in the distance a long, straight road of grey, cracked stone. It was incredibly wide, and beyond it was another, running parallel. There was nothing on it now, only tumbleweeds and patches of grass.
Mike pointed out a ditch near the road with a thicket of sheltering bushes around it. "There's our home for the night. Let's set up camp and find something to eat."

Tanrial followed and quickly started a fire, laying out some bed rolls and lacing the satchel down.

Bernon got out his cooking gear, and Mike pulled some snares out of his backpack and set off into the gathering darkness to lay them out. "When you're ready," he said to Tanrial before he left, "Come out and see if you can shoot some rabbits with that bow of yours. I doubt these snares will catch us much this late."

Tanrial nodded, tending to the fire she had made for a little longer.
(Alright, seeya tomorrow!)

Bernon retrieved the plants he'd gathered that morning and started to cut and clean them. "If you find a little plant out there that looks like clover with tiny yellow flowers, can you bring some back? I think they grow around here, maybe along the side of the road."

“Got it. I’m gonna go hunt some rabbits.”
(Sorry, I’ve gotta go, I’ll be back as soon as I can)

(Okay, seeya later ^^)
"All right, be careful."

Tanrial nodded and slung her bow over her back, treading off onto the road. She ventured a little ways into the forest they had just emerged from, climbing up a tall oak tree ad reading her bow.

The moon rose, bathing everything in light once more. Mike could be seen in the field, setting traps and scouting for edible plants. For a while, nothing stirred in the forest. Then, a small herd of deer appeared, cautiously picking their way out into the open. A few passed right below Tanrial's tree.

She shot, taking one of the larger deer out with two arrows. The others scattered and she only had time to shoot a fawn. Swinging down the tree with careful grace, she placed the fawn on her shoulders and difted the adult with a gust of wind. She was fairly drained so what should have been a five minute walk turned into fifteen.