The hardest fight of all

[bornarebel]

Who: Gale Hawthorne/Open
What: Gale is restless, he is out hunting, setting a few snares.
When: Day 212
Where: Balder Park
Rating: PG-13 tops.




Gale had never in his life felt so guilty, it left a choked feeling, the secrets he was keeping now that he was here. It made him restless, edgy, yet he swallowed everything when around others. Kept himself in constant check, what if he let go and the wrong words came out. Even if he had resolved they needed to, he simply was not ready did not know how.

Did not even know if he honestly should, why ruin what good was here with things that could not be changed.

It got him up out of Thor house early, by mid-day he had made his way to Baldr Park, not so much trying to catch game, he was focused in on the knots he was making with an intensity, trying to think through some of what was going on in his mind by working at something he knew, something old, something familiar. Food, survival, maybe if he just slipped into this mindset, not the soldier he had become he could find what he needed to do, the words he was missing.

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[burningcreator]

The farmhand would be at the park at dawn, repairing the horse-drawn carriage as needed and taking care of the large, eight-legged horses that milled around in the corral outside the barn.

Around midday, he would be leading one of the older horses into the trees, en route to a creek where the stallion could drink without being shoved aside by the healthier, younger horses.

On the way, Shou took note of Gale furiously tying knots, setting a snare for small game. Curiosity struck him. He'd been shown at a young age how to use a firearm to hunt, but it never suited him. He stopped leading the horse, observing quietly for a moment before finally speaking.

"What're y' tryin' t' catch?"

[permutation]

Staying inside, being around mirrors that would be a constant reminder that the "gods" had taken from her all she had left simply wasn't an option anymore. She was getting used to it though, being like this again. She should be used to it, since she'd spent the better part of her life like this, but she'd gotten so much more comfortable in her natural form. Plus, no one was supposed to change Raven except for Raven.

So, she'd taken to walking around, exploring ( despite having been here for months and long since having seen everything in Asgard that there is to see. Probably ). It doubled as a search for Erik. He'd gone missing and she was going to find him.

Raven narrows her eyes a little, trying to get a better look at the guy in the park. She frowns when she notices that it isn't Erik. Of course it was too good to be true. She should have known better. He wouldn't have disappeared without a trace just to go and hide out in Baldr Park. She approaches him anyway, slowly and carefully. "Do you think you'll actually catch anything here?"