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His stomach growled, and he sighed. "That spirit thing of yours know any place to eat?"
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His stomach growled, and he sighed. "That spirit thing of yours know any place to eat?"
"Nope" said Arthur, "Also his Name's Discordion."
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He sighed dejectedly. "Aw man. I'm hungry."
"We could always land and catch a rabbit"
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He sighed again. "I suppose there's an option. And here I thought I got out of hunting. I hope the old man packed me a bow and some arrows…"
"Who said you had to do the hunting?" Asked Arthur.
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"I feel like I'm obligated because you're helping me already," he said, rubbing the back of his neck as he pulled up to hover in the air. "I know how to hunt."
Arthur swirled around him before twisting to face him, hovering. "And I'm a born hunter.." he said, "And I don't mind doing it if you can cook.."
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"Okay, cooking sounds good to me. I'll get a fire set up while you go hunt."
Arthur nodded, "I'll meet you by that canyon" he said, pointing to it.
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"Works for me." Raphael sketched a sarcastic bow with a smirk, then flew over to the canyon to set up camp.
Arthur nodded,before quite literally letting himself drop.
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Raphael watched Arthur drop as he flew overhead, gliding at a steep decline with his wings partially folded to give him more speed.
Arthur let himself drop head first, wings stretched out behind him.
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Soon enough, he was at a decent spot at the canyon to make camp. She searched around for some kindling.
Arthur soon pulled out of his dive, landing quietly in a tree, his wings vanishing on impact.
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Raphael made sure to keep his wings from dragging along the ground as he searched, mindful of potential dangers as well.
Arthur shimmied down from the tree, soon shifting to Wolf form, his reddish brown fur becoming very noticeable in the green of the surrounding forest.
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Raphael's head snapped up as he heard something along the wind. He couldn't exactly make it out, as it was a strange but faint sound.
Arthur was paying more attention to hunting, soon starting off on the scent of a vole.
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Something rustled behind him, and he whipped around to come face to face with some dude in robes. "Uh, hi?"
"Give me the box," the man demanded, stepping towards Raphel. Perched on his shoulder was a not-so-nice-looking bird-thing that looked ready to have bird-man for breakfast.
Raphael smiled and clutched his bag. "Nope. Sorry, no box to give."
Arthur soon had a pair of Rabbits in his jaw as he loped off to find Rapheal.
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The man narrowed his eyes and his killer bird screeched. "Give me the box, boy."
Raphael backed away slightly. "Sorry, not gonna happen."
Arthur reached the canyon in a matter of minutes, shifting to human form as he reached it. "Hey Raphael! Where are you?"
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He heard the calls, thanks to the wind aiding him without needing to be asked. These winds seemed to be a little kinder than the ones in the woods. He whispered something, and the wind carried the message to Arthur. Directions–and a warning about the robed man.
Arthur tensed when he heard the other's whispers on the breeze, and sprinted off to find him.
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"GIve it to me!"
"How many times do I got to tell you?" Raphael continued, backing up again as the man stepped closer. "That ain't gonna happen!"
Arthur finally spotted him, sidestepping into the trees so he wouldn't be seen.
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The man said something in a strange tongue, and the killer bird screamed and shot straight for Raphael. He cursed and held up a hand, frantically praying to all the forgotten gods that the wind would be useful for once in his damn life.
It was. The bird squawked as he was violently tossed from side to side, caught up in a strange whirlwind.
Arthur spotted them, finally leaping out of the trees tackling the man with a violet and silver sabre in his hand.