[color=00a651][center][h3]Agar [/h3][/center]

[center][h3]// Success! >> The Head Hunter //[/h3][/center][/color]

Agar slowly made his way through the forest carrying his kills, he was sure that he would run across something but the closer he got to the camp the more signs of the other runts became more and more apparent. It made him wonder just how successful these first few steps for the orc children were supposed to be. He would have a better guess tonight as to the attrition rate of the new bloods.

When he approached the camp, his back was already splattered with blood and grime from the harpy he carried over his shoulder and the Tatzelwurm he carried in his other hand. The guards stopped him for a moment.

[color=8dc73f]"Runts can't come back til they finish the---" one of them started to say, as if following a script, but then he stopped and looked at Agar with fresh, surprised eyes. "Damn, you got two? And a Harpy? I'll be a grukh-pile! Get in there, Runt! Go to Auguz!" The bigger creature slapped Agar on the back and ushered him through the camp thoroughfare.[/color]

Agar just tilted his head for a moment before he was ushered back inside and directly up to the head warrior. He said something then grabbed both his kills. His look of confusion only lasted for a moment as the head warrior inspected the kills. He seemed to linger on the wurm and the bites on the harpy for a moment longer than the rest. He wasn’t sure why the head warrior pulled out the contents of the harpy’s stomach and smeared it on himself, perhaps it was to ward off bugs or maybe used like a cologne.

[color=8dc73f]"ALL O' YOUSE, LISTEN UP! THIS HERE RUNT--" he turned his head and whispered "What's yer name?" and then upon receiving answer he turned back to the camp-[/color]

[color=00a651]“Ize be Agar.”[/color] He spoke for the first time to the adult orc.

[color=8dc73f]"THIS HERE RUNT, AGAR, HAS RETURNED FROM THE HUNT!" He then set the smaller orc down, and turned in a slow circle so that the entire camp could see the bodies of Agar's prey. "HE HAS HUNTED TWO CREATURES! TODAY, HE LEAVES DA BROOD PIT!"[/color]

Agar held the harpy high for a moment celebrating his victory to the other orcs that looked at him.

[color=8dc73f]"Now, for the rest o' the day ya can do whatever the hell ya feel like...but tomorrer mornin', you be at the Trainin' Circle before first light! And after that, we'll figure out some more duties for ya!" Auguz crossed his arms as he nodded. "But no more babyin'! Don't be goin' back to the Brood Pit---from now on, you find yer own food, yer own shelter, and whatever else! If somebody will trade ya for it, or ya take it in a fight, then more power to ya! Just be willin' to work if somebody's willin' t' give ya somethin' for it!"[/color]

“[color=00a651]Got it boss, oh Agar did see a big group of uz eadin up twardz dat cave up dare.[/color]” Motioning towards the cave he saw earlier. he didn’t stick around much longer, he needed to get to eating but first he had to check the venom situation. The purple veins of venom still saturated the harpy but now it seemed to be more coagulated almost like grape jelly. Luckily for the runt the orc camp wasn’t that well-kept.

Finding charcoal was easy, he took his time with his kills and found a suitable place just outside of camp to gut both of his kills carefully with his sharp rock. Paying close attention to how the animals’ entrails were put together in their body and being exceptionally carful not to break open their bladder or intestines inside the creatures as not to spoil the meat. 

Agar quickly consumed both of what he figured where the hearts of the creatures then went about preparing the harpy. He didn’t want to ingest that venom as it was. He did recall that some people would willingly expose themselves to small amounts of venom at a time to gain resistances to it but sometimes that could also kill you. Right now, he carefully peeled back the leathery skin of the harpy exposing the purple meat below. Scraping what he could of the purple tainted blood off the creature he then set about grinding and breaking up the charcoal in his hands.

If this world still had its basic attributes like his did then this charcoal should help to absorb the venom from these wounds. Lathering the meat with the charcoal then moving the flaps of skin back over the areas. Agar would stop every now and then and check his surroundings, he was just outside the camp but he was still in danger. Pulling the skin off the Tatzelwurm like a long sock Agar began to eat the thing from the tail towards the head. He wanted the venom glands intact as possible to see how they worked, but for now there was someone he wanted to find.

Agar moved quickly back into the camp with a nod to the guards, he knew who he was looking for but wasn’t entirely sure where she might be until he picked up the smell. It was familiar to him no matter how unpleasant, ammonia tanning wasn’t always the most pleasant of things. He moved through the camp till he met the outskirts and a large yurt covered in skins of different animals. More were strewn around and hung up being dried or scraped, the memories of doing this very action himself in his old life came back to him just as strong as the smell.

Despite the smell he continued to eat the wurm with one hand and the harpy’s feet grasped over the other. He waited for a moment watching her scrape the meat and viscera off the hides she was working on before he spoke up. “[color=00a651]Shamar?[/color]” he heard her name a time or two from the other orcs around the brood pit. “[color=00a651]Agar would like to help head hunter, Agar wants to be like head hunter.[/color]” 

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<< [u]Current Quest:[/u] [s]Find Something to Eat and Bring it Back Whole.[/s] // Fulfill Duties within the Tribe (0/2 Minimum)
[u]Tribe Tasks:[/u] 
[u]Inventory:[/u] loincloth, sharp rock, mangled Tatzelwurm, tainted harpy
[u]Skills:[/u] Ingestion, Field Scan I, Blunt Resistance I
[u]Location:[/u] back at camp near the hunters hut