A real man's deathly morning (open)

[Funny Man]

Real sat silently, watching a large buck eat it's food. 'Lets get me some breakfast!' Raiku thought to himself. His mind consentrating only on the buck, nothing else.

Raiku quickly, but silently, slid behind a tree closer to the buck. He could sense the buck felt his presense. He looked around the tree. The buck, still eating. Raiku pulled out his hunting knife. Stepped from behind the tree andd yelled, "random trowing knife, GO!" The knife hit dead center in the buck's heart.

Raiku stood over the dead animal. He turned as he heard the sound of footsteps. 'W-who could this be?!' he thought to himself.

[vividwriter]

Jared Quivers stalked through the forest, carefull to avoid the loud patches of branches and fallen leaves. His breath fogged in clouds, and drifted above reach within moments. The cold air nipped at his nose, and caused him to draw his coat closer around him. Only because he was a peacekeepers son was he allowed to keep his coat. It made him feel irritated that he got privilages no one else did, but the cold winter air would make him more uncomfortable. Besides, if he's warmer he can help more people by going longer and getting more food.

"RANDOM THROWING KNIFE GO!" A voice made Jared unconsciencly duck behind a tree. He peered around it's rough bark and saw a boy standing over a deer, a knife stuck in it's heart. That's strange. Jared thought, usually deer run for a while after they've been hit. Jared's raw hands are tight around his bow, but this boy doesn't look like a threat. He shrugs and begins to walk through the clearing.

The boy turns to look who I am. I nod in a silent greeting. "Good throw."

[Funny Man]

"Uhh, thanks..." Raiku said feeling a bit embarest of what he said. He had to go along with the plot though (no real plot yet). 'Who is this guy? I've never seen him before,' Raiku thought to himself. 'Ugh, I'm hungery... but I want to know more 'bout this guy.'
"Oh, yah thanks. I rarely get complemented," Raiku said almost mumbling. 'Damn right that was a good throw!' Raiku was going to pack up breakfast until his mouth started moving and making sound.

"So, the name's Raiku. Wanna go-uh, hunting sometime. Tommoro, at noon, mabye?" Raiku unwillingly said that. Although he felt good about saying that. He only had about three friends, why not make a new one.

[vividwriter]

Jared freezes in his tracks. Hunting buddy? He clenches his jaw. He had one before, and it was all fine and dandy until his buddy was caught smuggling food they'd both caught. Jared still blamed himself for it. You see, each haul, they switch up smuggling the extra of the haul in. It was Jared's turn, but he had to stay with his aunt and uncle to take care of his younger cousin who had caught pnuemonia. So Gerr had to go. (Gerr was Jared's hunting buddy).

"Noon?" Jared chewed on his lip. He would be able to bring in more food. "Good. Meet you here?" He said before he could change his mind. They wouldn't switch up hauling it in. Jared would do it all himself. No matter what.

For some reason, no matter what seems daunting when you don't have a clue what life will throw at you.