Post by Tahoe on Sept 20, 2016 18:24:46 GMT -5
'Y A R'
Tahoe touched the shard of tree bark to his tongue once more and lowered it again to the stiff white label he'd torn off of an old can not long ago,
'Y A R R O W'
The finished word stood out in a sloppy scrawl on the faded paper in a dull gray color. He was taking the initiative to begin a simple medical journal of sorts so that he could memorize the things that he found and leave a physical legacy to anybody else who wished to follow the path of a medic. Well, apprentice, but eventually he would get there. Tahoe spat on the tip of the bark and began to draw the fern shaped leaf- the drawing was already proving to be difficult. Right now would have been a fabulous time for a notebook and a pen to appear out of thin air.
The anthro man furrowed his thick eyebrows and stuck out the tip of his tongue in concentration when the line became quickly faint, so he bore down harder on his substitute pencil.
Snap!
The thick bark shattered in his massive fist. It was the third one already.
“Ugh!”
His sound of frustration came out as more of a growl than any human exclamation. With a huff, he threw the fragments of pine away from him. He really needed a new approach, and a break seemed to be in order as well.
Tahoe sighed and put down his barely-begun entry.
'Alright. Breathe and think. What did people use before pens?'
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, going to his quiet place whilst a few other anthros milled about the area- most of them paying absolutely no mind to the crocodillian humanoid sitting crossed-legged in meditation.
Before modern times people used chisels, bones, and quills...
That's it!
Tahoe's eyes opened slowly as his grin spread across his face, a sharp and toothy smile just for him. Why didn't he think of it before?
The big man pushed himself up with more grace than one would expect from such a sizable creature.
“Okay… gotta find a bone...”
He was mumbling to himself and looking around at the random junk piled high all around him. In theory, Shantytown was an appalling dump heap- but in truth it was mainly old scrap items rather than a decomposing mess. He probably wouldn't find any animal bits scavenging around here. Honestly, he would probably only come across a dead animal when he didn't want to find one and never when he was actually looking; that is how these things went.
Going out of his way to kill an animal was out of the question. He knew that he was ridiculous, especially in this place where you either killed or died- but he just didn't think that he could stomach it without desperation nipping at his heels.
Maybe one of his clan members could help?
Tahoe swiveled his green gaze to the closest person; an older man who seemed to be cleaning his nails with a stick and sitting on a forgotten tire.
“Excuse me, sir.”
The younger man stepped toward the other and smiled politely. The sitting man looked around instead of at the one speaking, his expression showing mild bewilderment before he acknowledged that Tahoe was addressing him. The man glanced upward with a cocked eyebrow that implored the standing man to state his business.
“I was, ah, wondering if you had an extra bone lying around?”
Tahoe offered no explanation to the stranger, he was already out of his element as it was. The unknown man grunted and looked away with a blank face. So that was a 'no?'
The young man scratched the back of his neck and shuffled his feet awkwardly, waiting for the man to elaborate. The quiet man was done with Tahoe, and that was made clear when he refused to look or speak to him.
“Thank you for your time.”
The towering figure turned away and instantly slapped a wide palm to his face. 'Thank you for your time?!' He sounded like a damned telemarketer. This was exactly why people didn't talk to him, he said and did such weird things.
He began to walk around the large stronghold with his eyes cast down to his claw-tipped feet scuffing up the dry ground. He might have to go to the riverbed and catch a fish. No, fish bones were too brittle; they'd be even worse than bark. And he sure as hell didn't have the means to take down anything small and fast. Hell, he didn't even really know how to hunt. Usually, he got his meat from things recently killed- a scavenger among a population of able hunters. But, again, that only happened when he wasn't particularly looking for food. He kicked a rock in his path and watched passively as it flew away from the impact.
Tahoe touched the shard of tree bark to his tongue once more and lowered it again to the stiff white label he'd torn off of an old can not long ago,
'Y A R R O W'
The finished word stood out in a sloppy scrawl on the faded paper in a dull gray color. He was taking the initiative to begin a simple medical journal of sorts so that he could memorize the things that he found and leave a physical legacy to anybody else who wished to follow the path of a medic. Well, apprentice, but eventually he would get there. Tahoe spat on the tip of the bark and began to draw the fern shaped leaf- the drawing was already proving to be difficult. Right now would have been a fabulous time for a notebook and a pen to appear out of thin air.
The anthro man furrowed his thick eyebrows and stuck out the tip of his tongue in concentration when the line became quickly faint, so he bore down harder on his substitute pencil.
Snap!
The thick bark shattered in his massive fist. It was the third one already.
“Ugh!”
His sound of frustration came out as more of a growl than any human exclamation. With a huff, he threw the fragments of pine away from him. He really needed a new approach, and a break seemed to be in order as well.
Tahoe sighed and put down his barely-begun entry.
'Alright. Breathe and think. What did people use before pens?'
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, going to his quiet place whilst a few other anthros milled about the area- most of them paying absolutely no mind to the crocodillian humanoid sitting crossed-legged in meditation.
Before modern times people used chisels, bones, and quills...
That's it!
Tahoe's eyes opened slowly as his grin spread across his face, a sharp and toothy smile just for him. Why didn't he think of it before?
The big man pushed himself up with more grace than one would expect from such a sizable creature.
“Okay… gotta find a bone...”
He was mumbling to himself and looking around at the random junk piled high all around him. In theory, Shantytown was an appalling dump heap- but in truth it was mainly old scrap items rather than a decomposing mess. He probably wouldn't find any animal bits scavenging around here. Honestly, he would probably only come across a dead animal when he didn't want to find one and never when he was actually looking; that is how these things went.
Going out of his way to kill an animal was out of the question. He knew that he was ridiculous, especially in this place where you either killed or died- but he just didn't think that he could stomach it without desperation nipping at his heels.
Maybe one of his clan members could help?
Tahoe swiveled his green gaze to the closest person; an older man who seemed to be cleaning his nails with a stick and sitting on a forgotten tire.
“Excuse me, sir.”
The younger man stepped toward the other and smiled politely. The sitting man looked around instead of at the one speaking, his expression showing mild bewilderment before he acknowledged that Tahoe was addressing him. The man glanced upward with a cocked eyebrow that implored the standing man to state his business.
“I was, ah, wondering if you had an extra bone lying around?”
Tahoe offered no explanation to the stranger, he was already out of his element as it was. The unknown man grunted and looked away with a blank face. So that was a 'no?'
The young man scratched the back of his neck and shuffled his feet awkwardly, waiting for the man to elaborate. The quiet man was done with Tahoe, and that was made clear when he refused to look or speak to him.
“Thank you for your time.”
The towering figure turned away and instantly slapped a wide palm to his face. 'Thank you for your time?!' He sounded like a damned telemarketer. This was exactly why people didn't talk to him, he said and did such weird things.
He began to walk around the large stronghold with his eyes cast down to his claw-tipped feet scuffing up the dry ground. He might have to go to the riverbed and catch a fish. No, fish bones were too brittle; they'd be even worse than bark. And he sure as hell didn't have the means to take down anything small and fast. Hell, he didn't even really know how to hunt. Usually, he got his meat from things recently killed- a scavenger among a population of able hunters. But, again, that only happened when he wasn't particularly looking for food. He kicked a rock in his path and watched passively as it flew away from the impact.