Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150408103909/@comment-32420582-20150409140651

''Breathe, hold breath, aim, shoot. ''Lorkrim thought as he did exactly what he thought, an arrow tore through the air and embedded itself in an Elk's chest, the Elk tried to run but after a few seconds dropped head.

Lorkrim was hidden in some grass and trees near Riverwood, he was a hunter for Whiterun, Riverwood, Helgen and Falkreath, he brought them meats, pelts and such and they would pay him. Lorkrim also had a deal with the Aedric order going on, he would hunt down Magic-Sensitive beasts for them and either elimnate or capture them.

Lorkrim then began skillfully stalking toward the dead Elk like a cat stalking a mouse, he was graceful and effiecent. When he reached the elk he carefully pulled out the arrow so he wouldn't damage the pelt, he then got to work skinning the animal and harvesting the meat.

After all that was done there was only bloody bones and very little meat left, Lorkrim put the meat and such in a different bag, he put the pelt in a seperate bag that had countless other pelts in it, he then began heading back for Helgen.