Post by Rayne on Dec 18, 2016 15:19:26 GMT
The faint sounds of tapping feet could be heard trudging along a dirt paved road through the forest of bamboo as a small zoanthrope carried their traveling bag over one shoulder. His bus faire had run out some time ago, and now he was forced to leg it through the woods as he continued on his journey to become a great martial artist. Of course walking tended to expend more energy than riding in a vehicle, and now his body was making that clear to him when his stomach began to grumble.
"I'm hungry." Rayne, the otter said as he placed one hand over his abdomen and felt it growl again. "Maybe I can catch something nearby?" he wondered as he began looking around, trying to find a safe way off the path, but saw little besides rows and rows of bamboo stalks that loomed overhead. He frowned as he realized the only way he was going to scrounge up any food was to go wandering off the path. He almost opted to keep on the road, but another stomach rumble caused him to sigh in defeat before turning off the path and stepping between two stalks, then two more, and then another two as he headed deeper.
"Is that...?" his ears perked up as he began to hear something faint in the distance, it sounded like running water and had he not been focusing on his surroundings, he might have missed it. Picking up his pace, he headed in the direction of the sound to come across a river that looked deep enough to fish in. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, dropping his bag near the shore as he excitedly skipped over to the water.
"It's times like this that make me thankful to be an otter!" he gloated as he prepared to jump in, intent on catching a fish for dinner. He didn't need a fishing pole when his body was hydrodynamic.
"I'm hungry." Rayne, the otter said as he placed one hand over his abdomen and felt it growl again. "Maybe I can catch something nearby?" he wondered as he began looking around, trying to find a safe way off the path, but saw little besides rows and rows of bamboo stalks that loomed overhead. He frowned as he realized the only way he was going to scrounge up any food was to go wandering off the path. He almost opted to keep on the road, but another stomach rumble caused him to sigh in defeat before turning off the path and stepping between two stalks, then two more, and then another two as he headed deeper.
"Is that...?" his ears perked up as he began to hear something faint in the distance, it sounded like running water and had he not been focusing on his surroundings, he might have missed it. Picking up his pace, he headed in the direction of the sound to come across a river that looked deep enough to fish in. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, dropping his bag near the shore as he excitedly skipped over to the water.
"It's times like this that make me thankful to be an otter!" he gloated as he prepared to jump in, intent on catching a fish for dinner. He didn't need a fishing pole when his body was hydrodynamic.