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stained Tool and slid it into the
belt loop. Sarah’s and his eyes connected again. As Connor left he
saw her eyes twinkling. “What did that
mean?”
***
“Connor called me…Princess?
Sarah means Princess, but is that a coincidence or his own pet name
for girls he likes? I have always hated endearments and pet names
for as long as I can remember. Except for some reason I love it
coming from him. Am I in love? Infatuated, most definitely.” He walked away carrying the deceased cougar like a sack of
potatoes when their eyes met again.
As he walked away he melted back into the
forest again. He was walking away like the added weight from the
mature cat didn’t bother him, it probably didn’t judging from the
build of his large body.
What was a major surprise to Sarah when
she fell was that his body was beyond solid. She figured he was
heavyset, chunky to be wearing all those baggy clothes, but in
reality he was layered in solid, iron muscle. She couldn’t stop
thinking about them when she was laying on his large and hard
body. “Wow! I have never felt so very sexy
and womanly before… We were so close moments ago and I almost
kissed him. Blasted bloody hands… Why did you get in my
way?
“Even if we only met yesterday, I knew his
eyes said that I’m beautiful even if I am nothing, but plain… Oh
well, all I can do is wait till my Knight returns. It’s the very
least I can do for causing Connor so much trouble.
“I’m waiting, come back as soon as you can
Connor.”
Nature and Animals
With the dead weight of the mountain lion
draped over his shoulder, Connor needed to find a final resting
place to bury this great fallen warrior. All warriors who meet
their end in honest combat need a proper burial, even predators.
They only do what comes naturally and instinctively so Connor
couldn’t begrudge such compassionate needs. In fact he felt a
closeness with such creatures. That’s what they are designed for,
to hunt and carve out their lives by will alone. Connor would want
the same respect given to himself should he fall, no more and no
less. Still he needed to find a place and not take too long. The
smell of blood would bring in more predators for sure.
As he came across a large natural depression
in the ground, that was just the right size for the great cat,
Connor gently laid him down into the moist recess. With only the
use of his hands, dirt and stone easily moved to cover the cougar,
a few yards away wild flowers were blooming since winter’s snow had
finally melted away. Connor unearthed a small bundle of the vibrant
vegetation, buried it atop the mound as a small memorial to show
the task completed and honor had been properly given.
Getting up from the ground, Connor closed his
eyes and focused his hearing to listen out for any nearby running
water. There are a lot of nearby streams around the area luckily
and especially after last night’s heavy rain storm. The sounds of a
slow and decent trickle of water ran nearly two dozen yards away,
hidden behind some ferns. He walked over to the flowing stream.
Firstly he washed the blood off of Tool and then he washed the dirt
and blood off of himself as well. The last thing he needed is for
his mom or Kara to freak out by seeing blood.
Now clean, Connor stood and looked for raw
materials to clean Sarah’s wounds. A small piece of bark lay near
the trunk of a tree that seemed capable of holding a little water,
shaped like a natural shallow bowl. He picked it up and filled it
with the clean and clear running water. Connor could only hope the
water didn’t hold any parasites. Now a good antiseptic needed to be
found just incase.
Searching for the right plant or herb can be
quite daunting and dangerous if one doesn’t know where or what
specifically to look out for. The worst thing to do in the outdoors
is use or eat anything that you don’t know about. Being raised in
the outdoors, Connor learned quite a bit about
belt loop. Sarah’s and his eyes connected again. As Connor left he
saw her eyes twinkling. “What did that
mean?”
***
“Connor called me…Princess?
Sarah means Princess, but is that a coincidence or his own pet name
for girls he likes? I have always hated endearments and pet names
for as long as I can remember. Except for some reason I love it
coming from him. Am I in love? Infatuated, most definitely.” He walked away carrying the deceased cougar like a sack of
potatoes when their eyes met again.
As he walked away he melted back into the
forest again. He was walking away like the added weight from the
mature cat didn’t bother him, it probably didn’t judging from the
build of his large body.
What was a major surprise to Sarah when
she fell was that his body was beyond solid. She figured he was
heavyset, chunky to be wearing all those baggy clothes, but in
reality he was layered in solid, iron muscle. She couldn’t stop
thinking about them when she was laying on his large and hard
body. “Wow! I have never felt so very sexy
and womanly before… We were so close moments ago and I almost
kissed him. Blasted bloody hands… Why did you get in my
way?
“Even if we only met yesterday, I knew his
eyes said that I’m beautiful even if I am nothing, but plain… Oh
well, all I can do is wait till my Knight returns. It’s the very
least I can do for causing Connor so much trouble.
“I’m waiting, come back as soon as you can
Connor.”
Nature and Animals
With the dead weight of the mountain lion
draped over his shoulder, Connor needed to find a final resting
place to bury this great fallen warrior. All warriors who meet
their end in honest combat need a proper burial, even predators.
They only do what comes naturally and instinctively so Connor
couldn’t begrudge such compassionate needs. In fact he felt a
closeness with such creatures. That’s what they are designed for,
to hunt and carve out their lives by will alone. Connor would want
the same respect given to himself should he fall, no more and no
less. Still he needed to find a place and not take too long. The
smell of blood would bring in more predators for sure.
As he came across a large natural depression
in the ground, that was just the right size for the great cat,
Connor gently laid him down into the moist recess. With only the
use of his hands, dirt and stone easily moved to cover the cougar,
a few yards away wild flowers were blooming since winter’s snow had
finally melted away. Connor unearthed a small bundle of the vibrant
vegetation, buried it atop the mound as a small memorial to show
the task completed and honor had been properly given.
Getting up from the ground, Connor closed his
eyes and focused his hearing to listen out for any nearby running
water. There are a lot of nearby streams around the area luckily
and especially after last night’s heavy rain storm. The sounds of a
slow and decent trickle of water ran nearly two dozen yards away,
hidden behind some ferns. He walked over to the flowing stream.
Firstly he washed the blood off of Tool and then he washed the dirt
and blood off of himself as well. The last thing he needed is for
his mom or Kara to freak out by seeing blood.
Now clean, Connor stood and looked for raw
materials to clean Sarah’s wounds. A small piece of bark lay near
the trunk of a tree that seemed capable of holding a little water,
shaped like a natural shallow bowl. He picked it up and filled it
with the clean and clear running water. Connor could only hope the
water didn’t hold any parasites. Now a good antiseptic needed to be
found just incase.
Searching for the right plant or herb can be
quite daunting and dangerous if one doesn’t know where or what
specifically to look out for. The worst thing to do in the outdoors
is use or eat anything that you don’t know about. Being raised in
the outdoors, Connor learned quite a bit about
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