Post by deadanarchy on Oct 28, 2014 13:22:20 GMT -5
((I wrote this a good while ago and have never messed with it anymore and have no urge to anymore... feel free to throw ideas at me or tell me just what ya think and maybe I can finish it a bit at some point.))
Born into a middle class family he grew up as the middle child he had a younger sister and an older brother. He wasn't cared for by any of his family so he spent most of his time in the forest climbing trees and playing with a old bow he found and making traps. When he was thirteen his father and sister died in an accident, his brother couldn't take it and heavily drank which his mother couldn't take it and committed suicide a few days before he turned fourteen. Thanks to his brothers heavy drinking most of the money dried up there was barely any left for him to use on food and to keep the house in good condition, but he managed to find odd jobs and made some money that way and hid it from his brother. His brother beat him when he was drunk until He got tired of it and fought back beating his brother senseless and then his brother just held a grudge knowing he wouldn't win in a fight. A year exactly a year later after his mothers death his brother ran off and left him on his own saying that he could take care of his self. So he took what ever money was left in the house and some food and supplies, and extra clothes and then burned the house down.
He went through the forest till he got to the next town and bought a bow, quiver full of arrows, a hunting knife, some wire, flint, and a whet stone. As soon as he was done in town he went back into the forest and found him a good small clearing and set up his camp. He cut apart his tent and set up a hammock in the trees and laid his sleeping bag in it, climbed back down and found some rocks, then he proceeded to set the rocks in a circle and put the sticks in the middle. He took the rest of the tent and climbed a different tree close by and tied some of the tent in a limbs into a bundle and stored the few pots he brought into it. He climbed another tree and made another bundle and stored his clothes in it. He dropped down and went to the little stream and filled his canteen and went back to his camp to see a wolf laying by the unlit campfire. It was silver and as he came into view it just raised its head and glanced at him and layed its head back down on its paws. His first though was to grab his knife and kill it, but he realized that it mostly like meant him no harm. As he thought that his stomach growled and he realized how hungry he was because he hadn't eaten at all the day before. The wolf opened its eyes and looked at him knowingly, got up and ran off into the forest leaving him dazed wondering what it was about. He took his flint and a rock out of is pack and started the fire and realized he didn't have the strength to get up. He tried to force himself to stand and managed to get onto one knee and then he fell down onto his face, he place both hands on the ground and pushed his self up and his hand gave out from under him and went into the flames. He slowly started fading from consciousness unable to move his hand from the flames as they slowly burned his hand,
Born into a middle class family he grew up as the middle child he had a younger sister and an older brother. He wasn't cared for by any of his family so he spent most of his time in the forest climbing trees and playing with a old bow he found and making traps. When he was thirteen his father and sister died in an accident, his brother couldn't take it and heavily drank which his mother couldn't take it and committed suicide a few days before he turned fourteen. Thanks to his brothers heavy drinking most of the money dried up there was barely any left for him to use on food and to keep the house in good condition, but he managed to find odd jobs and made some money that way and hid it from his brother. His brother beat him when he was drunk until He got tired of it and fought back beating his brother senseless and then his brother just held a grudge knowing he wouldn't win in a fight. A year exactly a year later after his mothers death his brother ran off and left him on his own saying that he could take care of his self. So he took what ever money was left in the house and some food and supplies, and extra clothes and then burned the house down.
He went through the forest till he got to the next town and bought a bow, quiver full of arrows, a hunting knife, some wire, flint, and a whet stone. As soon as he was done in town he went back into the forest and found him a good small clearing and set up his camp. He cut apart his tent and set up a hammock in the trees and laid his sleeping bag in it, climbed back down and found some rocks, then he proceeded to set the rocks in a circle and put the sticks in the middle. He took the rest of the tent and climbed a different tree close by and tied some of the tent in a limbs into a bundle and stored the few pots he brought into it. He climbed another tree and made another bundle and stored his clothes in it. He dropped down and went to the little stream and filled his canteen and went back to his camp to see a wolf laying by the unlit campfire. It was silver and as he came into view it just raised its head and glanced at him and layed its head back down on its paws. His first though was to grab his knife and kill it, but he realized that it mostly like meant him no harm. As he thought that his stomach growled and he realized how hungry he was because he hadn't eaten at all the day before. The wolf opened its eyes and looked at him knowingly, got up and ran off into the forest leaving him dazed wondering what it was about. He took his flint and a rock out of is pack and started the fire and realized he didn't have the strength to get up. He tried to force himself to stand and managed to get onto one knee and then he fell down onto his face, he place both hands on the ground and pushed his self up and his hand gave out from under him and went into the flames. He slowly started fading from consciousness unable to move his hand from the flames as they slowly burned his hand,
