A Hunting I Will Go...

[mathias_danmark]

"A hunting I will go, hi-ho the dairy-oh a hunting I will go." Mads sang in the brisk morning air as he approached Tino and Berwald's hut and banged obnoxiously on the door. "WAKE UP SVENK, Short-Stuff! Today we bring back food for squaws and little braves."

Tino's groggy voice could be heard from within. "You better be calling me Little Brave

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[berwaldsverige]

Berwald chuckled as he sat up and put his glasses on. "Can you put an arrow in his ass anyway? I promise to back you up when you say you missed and it was an accident." Berwald added as he did a quick wash with cold water, a rub of his now very furry chin and pulling on some hunting garb and grabbing some of the spears he had made the day before.

[tino_suomi]

"Nooo, Siguard would PROBABLY be mad." Tino said, more fearful of Siguard's wrath than Mads'. He followed behind Berwald, taking his turn at each cleaning station. "Should I bring my bow and arrows?"

[berwaldsverige]

"Yes you should. We are hunting. You might get an Elk or a Deer, Shoot though the eye, goes right through to the brain. Instantly killed with no suffering that way. But you probably already knew that mister Sharp Shooter." Berwald said tossing Tino his warm tunic.

"Just don't mistake Me for an animal, even if I look like a Grizzly Bear with all this face fur."

[tino_suomi]

"You face fluff is all white-ish." He purred, scratching at his love's chin. "I know full well it's you. And yes, actually, I did know to aim for the eyes. Nothing bothers me more than to be watching a movie where someone downs a large animal by shooting it in the torso. Maybe that would work on a squirrel or a bunny rabbit, but an elk? They're going to run for miles with that hanging out of them before they bleed to death and I am not interested in tracking something that far, especially something I can't carry back. And you make sure to tell Mads about the eyes. Sure, he can't aim for the eyes as easily with the spear, but give me my shot first and even if my aim is a little off (and it never is) it'll be blinded and in sever pain and I will need on of you spear holders to please kill it and put it out of its misery. I'm a killer, but I'm a bleeding heart too... I can't have my victim suffering

[berwaldsverige]

Berwald headed out into the misty forest, eerily silent for such a LARGE man. He followed the game trail and it almost looked like he was sniffing the air. He looked quite stern and contemplative.

They must have trekked a few miles before they came to a platform erected up in the trees. This was a deer trail and that was a hunter's box. Reindeer or Elk frequented the glade.

Berwald whispered to the group "Do we stay here for Venison or do we continue on looking for wild boar? The hunt master said that's what is in season right now." Berwald clarified getting group consensus.

[darth_eduard]

"I agree, Ti." Eduard crept through the snow alongside Tino, the two of them making minimal noise. "We can't show them up all of the time." It nearly felt as though he'd finally managed to drag his best friend on a LARP with him...except this time it was REAL and they were actually going to hunt, clean, and kill their own dinner.It was also going to be their chance to shake off a bit of the "man-wife" title that their respective significant others had given them

[tino_suomi]

Mads barked out a laugh at Eduard's comment. Oh, he did love those videos.

"Boar or venison for me. I don't care either way."

"Me neither." Chirped in Tino. "Just so long as we see it long before it sees us. If we get charged our arrows," he motioned to Eduard and himself, "won't do much at close range to protect us from being gored. Stab with your spears if it gets up on us." He nodded. (But knowing full well that Bear would never let a boar get even that close to him.)

[berwaldsverige]

"Ti, if a Bear charges either you or Eduard. You two get up a tree as fast as you can. Neither of you have the upper body strength to spear a boar that weighs four hundred pounds running on the hoof." Berwald looked HORRIFIED at the thought.

"If we want boar we walk two more miles north along this game trail The huntmaster said that's prime area. Keep eyes open, they can suddenly just appear out of the low growth, you won't see them coming like deer." Berwald cautioned waiting for the group to make a decision already.

[berwaldsverige]

"Just nicked me a few times in the leg, nothing that a good wash and a dousing in spirits won't take care of. My kingdom however right now for a stream. I need to see If I'm going to be able to build us a pallet to pull these monsters back to the village." Berwald said taking off his glasses and trying to find a clean piece of clothing on his person to wipe them off

[darth_eduard]

"With a bit of assistance, I am fairly certain that I should be able to stitch things up well enough to let things heal on their own. Just like the Black Knight said, 'It's just a flesh wound.'." Eduard replied, craning his neck to get a better look at the damage. He felt a little stiff and sore, and he smelled like a long-dead graboid, but overall he was well enough to not need serious assistance. "So we killed that thing, just the two of us? Sore one more point for the 'man-wives', wouldn't you say, Veli

[tino_suomi]

"We can't all be as awesome as me." Tino smiled. "But you took her down veli, it's all kinds of bad ass. So you earned it to be covered in the gunk. My poor hubby is all covered, he looks like an axe murderer."

"No, that's me." Chimed in Mads as he was hacking trees to assist the smelly troll in making up the palette. "I'll come rinse off after I'm done here. No point if I'm just going to get dirty again."

((shitty reply is shitty, sorry guys! Work is a bitch!))

[berwaldsverige]

Berwald was glad the stream was of a decent size, he took off his boots to keep them dry and just laid down in the water and rinsed off everything including his clothes because he looked like "CARRIE" after she was doused in pig-blood at her prom.

Hell he *WAS* doused in pig blood.

He got out, shook himself like a wet dog, then went to go construct a gurney pallet to cart home five hundred pounds of pork.

That much meat certainly last them three weeks. He was just glad there was a butcher in the village who knew how to well, butcher an animal.

Berwald knew how to kill it, cutting it up into bits he was clueless. He didn't know a shank from a chop. Where the hell was a tenderloin located anyway?

No he'd leave that sort of work to the professionals.

"Stream is free for the next filthy bugger." He announced as he set to work building a sturdy frame that would support five hundred pounds.

(Sorry I thought it was someone else's turn! Poke me if I let things go this long like a doofus!)

[berwaldsverige]

Once the chore was done, Berwald kept walking, right to the lake where he fell in face first, pausing just long enough to shed his clothes and boots. He wanted to be much cleaner than he was at the moment and there was a small bucket of soft lye soap hanging from a wooden peg. He helped himself liberally to the pasty soap and scrubbed everything in the cold lake water, then marched his naked, wet ass directly into the sauna because every muscle in his entire body was on FIRE and he needed heat... NOW

[darth_eduard]

The moment they arrived back at camp and were able to set down their hunting implements, Eduard set his bow and quiver of arrows to the side and looked around. "There wouldn't happen to be any distilled spirits or anything else of an antiseptic nature around, would there Siguard?" He asked the Norwegian, knowing that if anybody had a clue as to the location of something he could use to properly clean and sterilize his wound, the stoic fae-charmer would. "When is Eeva expected back? I also need to borrow a needle and thread unless anybody else here is in possession of one they wouldn't mind me using for a few stitches

[tino_suomi]

Siguard deadpanned. "She talking with the Butcher that way, I don't have any needles or thread, no, but she's certain to somewhere. I'll go dig around and find something antiseptic while you do that. I'll make up a salve for the sore muscles all of you are going to experience later, if not already." The Norwegian nodded, walking off in the direction of the cold house and larder to seek out alcohol. There had to be some, even if not the kind you drink, but antiseptic. It'd be in any first aid kit.

Meanwhile Tino went and deposited his gear, stopped on the way just long enough to say hello to his cousin and the butcher, before he went to wash his hands and grab some non-cookables out of the larder to search for his troll. He had a hunch the taller would probably be near the lake and most probably near the sauna. So he figured, why not have a little lunch there together and take a sauna. They'd been here a few days now and he hadn't even had a chance to go into the hot-box himself. It was heart breaking.

[berwaldsverige]

Berwald had just gotten the stones nice and hot and had dumped the first few ladles of water to make the box nice and steamy before he sat and stretched out on one of the benches and shut his eyes to enjoy the heat soaking into his aching body. His glasses set carefully beside him, they were always useless in the sauna anyway.

He must remember to thank his "wife" for being Finnish and inventing these delightful heat torture devices. Now all he needed was a large tube of BenGay and said "wife" and a Swedish Smörgåsbord in here and he'd never leave.

The gentle rocking of the sauna on the water was nice too, it was very soothing. He was probably going to dose off in a minute and didn't care a lick.

[darth_eduard]

Gilbert slowed his stride before he made it through the butcher's hut door, his muscles still aching but his mind full of excitement from the prospect of getting to make wurst himself. Before he even opened his mouth to ask, his red eyes picked up a glint of light off of a familiar metal shape sitting on the end of the table. "Oh fuck ja!" the tired prussian thought to himself the moment he realized what it was he was looking at. Before he got too distracted though, he noticed Eeva at the end of the room chatting with the butcher. Exactly the person he needed to see at the moment. "Hey, you. You sew and scheiße, ja?" He questioned, giving her a friendly nudge. "Well, Birdie needs stitches and you're the only one of us that would have that stuff. So...do you