Twelve Days 3/12 (G)
Title: Twelve Days
Fandom: SGA
Rating: G
Characters: Teyla and other Athosians
Summary: Twelve stories of the Athosians based on the Twelve Days of Christmas
Disclaimer: Not mine
Remembering what his father had told him, Jinto moved across the forest floor swiftly. He watched each step he made to avoid landing on a twig that would snap beneath his weight and give his presence away. He clutched his bow tighter and had his other hand poised, ready to retrieve an arrow as soon as the need arose. The forest was silent, except for the distant sound of running water. Animals of any sort were rare at this time of the year, but Jinto thought that this only made his task all the more important. He was the one who would provide fresh meat for everyone to eat tonight, a change from the usual dried meat that they ate during the winter seasons.
He knew what he was looking for however. He had endlessly questioned the more experienced hunters, trying to learn everything they knew about where they had found the birds and what the best way to get close to them was. He would find the birds in small groups, only two or three, near the base of large trees where they would forage for food. Although they were capable of flying, they did so rarely, even when threatened, which meant that if Jinto cornered them properly they weren’t likely to escape. Hours of target practise left Jinto confident in his abilities and he knew that if he properly cornered the bird he would be successful.
A rustling sound to his left immediately drew his attention and he pulled an arrow in preparation. Peering over a low bush Jinto saw that his prey was close enough to kill.
That night the Athosians shared the three birds that he had hunted.
Four Calling Birds
Fandom: SGA
Rating: G
Characters: Teyla and other Athosians
Summary: Twelve stories of the Athosians based on the Twelve Days of Christmas
Disclaimer: Not mine
Remembering what his father had told him, Jinto moved across the forest floor swiftly. He watched each step he made to avoid landing on a twig that would snap beneath his weight and give his presence away. He clutched his bow tighter and had his other hand poised, ready to retrieve an arrow as soon as the need arose. The forest was silent, except for the distant sound of running water. Animals of any sort were rare at this time of the year, but Jinto thought that this only made his task all the more important. He was the one who would provide fresh meat for everyone to eat tonight, a change from the usual dried meat that they ate during the winter seasons.
He knew what he was looking for however. He had endlessly questioned the more experienced hunters, trying to learn everything they knew about where they had found the birds and what the best way to get close to them was. He would find the birds in small groups, only two or three, near the base of large trees where they would forage for food. Although they were capable of flying, they did so rarely, even when threatened, which meant that if Jinto cornered them properly they weren’t likely to escape. Hours of target practise left Jinto confident in his abilities and he knew that if he properly cornered the bird he would be successful.
A rustling sound to his left immediately drew his attention and he pulled an arrow in preparation. Peering over a low bush Jinto saw that his prey was close enough to kill.
That night the Athosians shared the three birds that he had hunted.
Four Calling Birds