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мerιda oғ dυnвrocн ([personal profile] notyetlegend) wrote in [community profile] eachdraidh2014-12-10 06:03 am

third arrow → VIDEO → both courts (forward dated a bit)

[When the screen flicks on, it focuses on Merida kneeling over a deer. A deer as white and pure as the snow, were it not for the blood under its neck tainting its silvery fur. Gingerly, she tugs the arrow from the muscle, reaching to close its eyes with her other hand, bow itself resting against a nearby tree. Merida murmurs something in Gaelic, retracting her hand from its face.]

Forgive me, Wilder One. It's been an honor.

[She had hardly been expecting to actually shoot the White Hart down, but hunting with Saber had gotten results and proper respects must be given in any case. Placing the arrow back into the quiver at her hip after washing off the blood in clean snow, she stands, fur trimmed dress folding out around her ankles, boots deep in the snow. Angus whickers and nuzzles her hair, causing her to turn and reach to run her fingers across his nose comfortingly. Her imp scurries about, muttering to itself as it steps around the corpse gingerly, as though it fears waking it.

Merida pushes hair from her eyes, reaching into a small pouch wrapped around her quiver belt for a hairband and tying it into a high ponytail. Stooping again, she reached for the White Hart's forequarters, taking hold of his hoofs and hefting him over her shoulder with a grunt, standing and, with a bit of maneuvering, gets him onto Angus' back. That done, she dusts her hands off, picking up her bow and her locket hanging from it, noticing it on.]


Well I suppose now would be time tae announce that I've shot th' White Hart, wouldn't it?

Now how am I gonna cart all this meat back?
desperate_times: (see ya)

video;

[personal profile] desperate_times 2014-12-09 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Chloe laughs.]

I like you.

[She's kind of adorable.]

And I've got nothing better to do at the moment. I'll take you for the ride, and you pay me what you think is fair.

[A good hunter could come in handy for future transactions, so Chloe thinks she ought to play nice.]

If you want help selling that buck, it'll cost you more. Though if you're going to sell it, make sure you think big. No use selling it any man in the market. Something like that would catch the eye of those with deep pockets.
desperate_times: (smile and bye)

video;

[personal profile] desperate_times 2014-12-10 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[That'd be a waste, though it would be a nice wall decoration.]

Fine. Give me your location and I'll be there soon.

[ooc: Can do action tags if you'd like to continue! Or if not can handwave the ride.]
desperate_times: (chin down)

video;/to action then!

[personal profile] desperate_times 2014-12-10 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
I can have the meat stored for you until we reach our destination.

Chloe Frazer. Nice to meet you.

[Luckily, being on the Southern Road, Merida isn't too hard to find. Chloe was worried she'd be stranded in a forest somewhere. And it's obvious enough when the ship approaches because The Black Pearl isn't exactly small. The ship lowers and lands in a clear area. Chloe is on deck and gives orders to the skeletons, who are also the crew, to lower a gangplank. This should be an easy trip and easy money.]

desperate_times: (lean back)

[personal profile] desperate_times 2014-12-10 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Chloe lets Merida take her time bringing her horse and cargo on board. Once they're on, the skeletons begin to raise the gangplank. She snaps her fingers, and another skeleton sets down a basket of carrots for Angus. Hopefully that will make him happy.]

Not a problem. I'm new to this business, so any passengers are good.

[Another group of skeletons bring out a small table and a pair of chairs. This is practically a pleasure cruise.]

These lads will secure your deer in a cold box, if that's alright.