Outset (Solo, Private, etc etc etc)

The clearing was shrouded in a darkling mist, the barest traces of moonlight illuminating through the leaves onto a speckled forest floor. His cabin- an old, wooden thing, was in a state of disarray. A single, icy blue eye narrowed. His breaths huffed unevenly into the chilly air, each exhale sending a cloud of steam skyward. Had he done it again? The haze over his mind faded- the Entity pleased- and he was released back into a state of solitude that let him know that it was satisfied... for the moment. He looked down at his bare hands, covered in splinters, scabs, and lacerations that required immediate medical attention. The Boar hissed to himself as he pulled down an old medical kit from atop the cupboard, beginning the long and stinging process of disinfecting the self inflicted wounds. He looked around the place halfheartedly, a small bit disturbed at the destruction caused by his own hand. In the past months of late, the Entity which resided in his mind grew more intense and influential, begging to be noticed by Zan- who refused to give it the time of day. After all, it sure wasn't normal to hear such voices- much less ones which compelled him to wreak destruction across his abode when not complied with.

This in truth was the main reason why he lived alone- it had only taken one time to know what would happen if it got its way when he was surrounded by people. Be them family, friends, or strangers, they all fell to his spear- and the worst part was that there in truth was no reason for such carnage. The Entity didn't receive a type of perverted pleasure upon seeing blood, and it didn't wish him harm. It genuinely was vying for his attention. But he knew better. If this was what happened when it was ignored for eighteen years, what would happen when it finally got what it wanted? Would it began to crave more and more? Would it start to eat him away until he was just an empty shell for the Entity to pilot? The Boar had no clue- and that terrified him in a way little things could.

He wrapped each bandage with a tender delicacy that he showed to no one else, flexing his fingers to make sure that they'd stay put under strain. A heavy sigh wrought his lithe body, and he collapsed onto a wooden chair that he had built by hand- one of the only things left untouched.

He rested his head in his torn hands, letting uneven blonde strands of hair fall past his fingertips and into his line of sight. He couldn't call himself a monster who enjoyed in the carnage he caused- because in truth? He didn't feel a thing. A machine, or a puppet, felt more fitting. He didn't know how long he sat like that, just him on the shattered remains of what was once a porch, before he fell into something of a trance, watching deep into the night as the sun set and the howling of wolves echoed throughout the mountains. It wasn't until the darkest chill of midnight seeped through his thin clothes that he realized that it would be best to head inside. A heavy sigh left his lips as he stood up and opened the door he deliberately left creaky with a pained wince. He ambled slowly to a cot bed, lying on top of the soft furs and sending a careless gaze to the roof. A single eye traced the knots and patterns in the wood as he had done for years at this point before he fell into a calm, eerily dreamless sleep with naught but the haunting caress of the Entity for company.

He awoke with a breath, a single word on the tip of his tongue that faded into obscurity the more he thought about it. A faint trace of sunlight trickled through the trees onto his prone form. He pulled his shirt off and stood up, stretching hugely in various directions to prepare for the day. He'd probably hunt something- food was running scarce, and... Well, they always seemed to appreciate the extra provisions within the village. The Boar reached to the side of the room, careful to avoid the splintered dresser and grabbed a single, winged spear- ideal for hunting larger game due to its long reach. He pulled a thin leather chest plate and some cloth padding, putting both on and resting the spear to the side. Eventually, he'd grab it once more, slide on some leather boots, and walk out the front door, eyeing the destruction with a heavy exhale. It'd take a week or so to repair all the damage, which meant trading in some skins for ryo, buying some wood, and... The actual labor itself, which would likely have to wait until his hands had healed at least slightly.

His boots rang heavily as he walked down the steps and onto the well-worn mountain trail, into progressively deeper and deeper woods. When the trees were thicker than his waist, he'd climb up slowly using the Surface Walking technique, reaching high canopies where it would be more difficult to see and smell him alike. There were numerous small game in the heartwood, but... Well, they weren't what he was after, currently. He needed patience and a sharp mind both if he wanted to catch anything of value. He silently progressed, leaping from tree to tree with the spear strapped to his back, eventually coming across a small yet familiar lake. It was usually where he came to hunt- after all, it was the only consistent fresh water source for miles, and everything needed water to live. He crouched down low, waiting for what felt like an eternity before a flicker of movement caught his eye. A stag- huge antlers, which would weigh him down, and an unblemished pelt that he knew would catch him an easy penny.

Perfect.

[WC: 1,000]
[Total WC: 1,000]

Claiming from this post:
+5 stats to speed
+1,000 words to Meigan: Stage One

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