Qinon and I were hunting. We didn't always hunt for food - sometimes Qinon would just steal some, or cow a shop owner into giving it to us for free, or buy it with money he had stolen earlier - but all those methods only worked in villages and cities. Out in the country, we had to make our food ourselves.
I placed my feet carefully, feeling the ground with my feet before putting my full weight on them to avoid cracking branches and rustling leaves. Next to me was Qinon, making no sound whatsoever. Had I not been able to see him, I wouldn't have known he was there.
After a while, Qinon spotted something. He motioned to me, silently, pointing southward with one finger, then up in the air with two fingers slightly apart. Rabbit southward.
Then he pointed to me and pinched his fingers as if gripping and then releasing an arrow. Your shot.
I drew an arrow and nocked it, remaining as silent as I could. The arrow made a slight grazing noise as I drew it. I looked to Qinon, expecting him to be angry, but his face showed no emotion.
I took aim. The rabbit was clearly visible, hopping around in a sunny meadow, it's white coat shining against the brown wall of a log cabin - meant for storage, no doubt.
I drew back on my bowstring, preparing to fire. The rabbit looked to peaceful. But we had to eat. It was the way of nature. The big things ate the small things.
Qinon saw my hesitation. This time his disapproval clearly showed on his face.
The rabbit made a hop to the right, then another. I adjusted my aim slightly to compensate. I had to make this shot. Qinon's disappointment would be immense if I didn't. No, not disappointment. Anger.
But the rabbit had done nothing to us. It posed no threat. It had probably never hurt anyone in its life. It was more innocent than any human.
Qinon was getting impatient. "Kill it," he hissed, viciously.
Survival of the fittest.
I let go of the arrow. But as I let go, I feel something, something from the magical realm; a presence, a very small one. Filled with emotions, instincts, awareness. An aura, emanating from the rabbit. That rabbit was alive, just like me, just like any human. And it didn't want to die.
It was almost reflexive. A slight twitch of my left hand, my bow hand, putting off my aim just slightly. A motion almost invisible to most people. But not to Qinon.
The arrow struck the wood of the log cabin, just above the rabbit's ears. I felt sudden fear coming from the rabbit, a fear so powerful it took over all of the rabbit's actions. It bolted, faster than Qinon could shoot an arrow, and disappeared.
And then I felt an altogether different magical presence. Rage. Seething rage. Hands gripped my shoulders and ripped me around, fingernails digging into my flesh.
"If you can't kill a rabbit to sustain yourself, how will you ever defeat an enemy?" Qinon roared at me. "How will you defend your brethren? How will you defend yourself? How will you survive when my enemies come for you in your sleep? Because believe me, my enemies are your enemies. And they don't know how weak you are. They think you're dangerous, maybe as dangerous as I am. They will come for you, and unlike you, they won't hesitate. They won't get distracted by your aura. They will kill you quickly, and I won't stop them. Because if you can't keep alive, you don't deserve to be alive."
Other emotions washed over me now. Not my own, but Qinon's, striking me in waves. Anger. Disappointment. Disbelief. Frustration. Bitterness. Sadness.
And then they disappeared.
I staggered backwards and hit a tree, then leaned against it. What had just happened?
Somehow, Qinon had lost control of his emotions. And somehow, they had found their way to me.
Qinon was breathing heavily. He stood still for several minutes, perhaps gathering himself. Then he turned to me. I tried to read his face, but it was wiped blank.
"Tomorrow," he said, "I will recruit a second student. Then we will see whether you are fit to be my apprentice."
Then he turned and stalked towards the meadow. "Help me search the cabin for food," he ordered.
I followed. Where else could I go?
Side view. The shutters are at a quarter plate offset. Also, I managed to sag the roof, which I've never done before, and which was quite challenging. The roof was definitely the hardest part of this build, because roofs have always been one of my weak points.
Front. This design, including the skull, was inspired by several huts I saw on a lengthy hike during my vacation in Germany a couple of weeks ago.
Overhead. Other than the fact that the landscape ends quite suddenly, this turned out pretty well. I included some fun details, like mushrooms growing at one corner of the cabin, in order to stay true to the ancient rule that there shall be an interesting feature on every 8x8 square of landscape.
And a photo with a black background to bring out the colors.
This was a fun build. The log technique is based on this moc, which got MOTD a while back. The story ended up not actually having that much to do with the build, and it also didn't turn out that well overall, but it does move the plot along, which is something that I haven't done in a year. :P
Awesome job! Great technique! It worked really well! The contrast between the roof color of light tan, and also the brown! Overall a clean build, but I think you should put 1 or 2 shrubs that are taller, to break the 2d feel by a lot, not saying that your landscape is bad, I think it is quite good, but I think that would help. Good luck!