Akweks
Native American
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Post by Akweks on Jun 13, 2016 17:34:27 GMT
Akweks was tracking, hunting for signs of the prey in the area. His bow was in one hand, a quiver of arrows slung across his back - the leather strap that held it in place resting between his breasts. He was lacking war paint, there was no need for it after all, and his hair that wasn't shaved away was tied back. His eyes were casting around looking for any sign of animals in the area to hunt.
Moccasained he made no sound, or at least very little sound. A soft rustle of the pine needles moving, the slight whisk as branches and brambles were parted. The soft whisper of the tanned fabric of the breechcloth and leggings moving against each other. He paused, a wind whistling through the trees, aiming towards him. Good, any animals in the area wouldn't know of his presence by smell. That was perfect.
Dark brown eyes flitted about, once again looking for clues for an animal presence. He froze, suddenly hearing a noise... a noise that wasn't the rest of the forest noises. It wasn't the cawing of the crows, the song of birds. It was the sound of something moving. Crouching into brush he looked about trying to sight what he had just heard.
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