Post by Anwyn on Jul 15, 2006 4:53:10 GMT
OOC: I have been doing some reading on this, Lets see if it actually comes off as such, LOL
IC
The group of horses came to a halt on a ridge overlooking a wide expanse of valley where thick brush and scrub spotted the land. Upon the gauntled left hand of one of the men sat perched a Golden Hawk, hooded and jessed to the Falconers hand. With great care, hand still held aloof the Falconer swung his leg up and over dismounting with great care as to not upset the bird.
Anwyn allowed her own reins to fall across the horn of the saddle and shifted slightly, watching with great intrest the dignity in which both man and bird held themselves. Hawks were fascinating creatures, they did not "love" there handlers in the way that some may feel, there was no great bond nor did the bird strive to please. They were great oppurtunists, for they soon learned that the falconer was both a source of protection and an easy meal. Indeed she thought to herself as she watched a small piece of meat produced and carefully offered to the bird, whom eagerly devored it.
They were also a token of status, most certain not a common mans gaame though a peasant may keep a kestral for sport, but it was uncommon. Anwyn personally kept several in her mews, and it was a posistion of distinction to care for them. Other men dismounted as well and began to walk down the slight slope, they carried with them large wooden cames that were pushed forth into the bush, in hopes of startling something forth from them..
Anwyn caught site of something tawny sprint from its hiding place, a hare. This particualar Hawk was female, Males were typically used to hunt quails and patridges. The Falconer had seen the potential pray as well, lifting the hood of the hawk he lifted his arm and whistled as the hawk spread its wings and took to flight. Hawks could hunt from the air or "swoop" down upon there prey from the branch of a tree, The hare streaked its way across an opening in the field and the hawk turned sharply on the wing. While Hawks did not have the impressive manuaveribilty of a Falcon, they were typically heavier and larger yet this one had what Anwyn had seened as a sharp intelligence to her gaze.
Talons outstretched, she moved to intercept her prey. Yet still, young and experienced there would have been no true way to to know that the hare would deek to the left at the last moment avoiding the killing strike and throwing itself into the safety of the bush. The hawk landed, Wings outstretched yet as it hoped along the ground seemingly quite confused. For a Hawk, once its query was out of sight it was also out of mind.
Despite the distance Anwyn still heard its handler curse softly under his breath, and behind her she heard the soft laughter of several lords that had accomponied her on ths outing for the loss of the hare had not only reflected on the bird. Placing a piece of meet upon his gloved hand, The Falconer raised it to the air and whistled, recalling the bird to his hand. The bird turned, attuned to its masters call and took to flight, flying low over the grassland. The bells attached to its feet chiming ever so slowly as it went, swooping upwards it landed and instantly began to tear eagerly at the meet.
The Hawk was rehooded for its attention could not be allowed to stray, even for a moment. The Handler turned slightly, looking to her and she lowered her head only slightly and once again the task of beating the bush was set about, typically this would be the responsibilty of the Falconer, to find prey for his bird but this was sport, they did not hunt for food.
Another brown creature threw itself from its hiding place and once again the bird was released, streaking low across the ground its course unwavering though the rabbit ran from left to right varying its trail though the movement was so fast that her eyes could barely track it the Hawk dove to the ground, Its talons ripping into the creatures vertabrae crushing them and instantly ending its life as well.
The Falconer acted at once, quickly moving to where the bird sat perched its wings proudly spread as though to invite all to behold what it had done. Though given chance it would also rip the carcass to shreds within seconds and would greedily eat the flesh, the birds were feed carefully to keep there weight in check to ensure that they did not grow too lean or too heavy, either way could not only hamper flight but threaten the birds health.
The handler kneeled, a piece of meat resting within easy sight upon the leather gloved hand. The bird cocked its head, as it gave thought to the offer before hoping away from its kill. Again it was hooded and turning offered towards the nobility that kept watch and a quiet murmur of apprechiation went up for the skill that had been shown this second attempt.
Anwyn slipped from the saddle landing lightly and tossed the reins to a servant that had accomponied them, this signalling that the hunt had ended for the time that be at least wood was gathered for a fire and food brought for the midday meal was made ready. Dressed in a snug fitting jerkin adorned with embroidery of gold and thigh high boots, the riding attire of a noble that had been adapted for the curves of a femenine form.
"Well done" she beamed, though perhaps more to the bird than man. Though she had long since trained horses, There were something to the birds, they did not know of submission or domination, nor could one truely hope to gain there trust, for though they may listen to command, a wild creature they remained. Delicate though deadly. They could not be trained through cruelty, they would merely parish, a most undeserible fate for something so proud.
Speaking in low tones to the bird she extended a hand to gently brush it, though she was careful not to call it to her unprotected hand for even unintentionally the grasp of its talons could easily tear through flesh and muscle. Laughter and song from beyond told her that already her company had lost intrest in there sport, now she would have to resign herself to an afternoon of drinking and stories that would grow increasingly far fetched as the hours passed "Ai Léofa léoma mægden" she murmured softly in the tongue of her own people.
OOC So hard to find anything in translated in Rohirrim, Sindarin there are pages upon pages but not so much in none elven languages. I think I managed to say "Rest Light Maiden" but am not 100%
IC
The group of horses came to a halt on a ridge overlooking a wide expanse of valley where thick brush and scrub spotted the land. Upon the gauntled left hand of one of the men sat perched a Golden Hawk, hooded and jessed to the Falconers hand. With great care, hand still held aloof the Falconer swung his leg up and over dismounting with great care as to not upset the bird.
Anwyn allowed her own reins to fall across the horn of the saddle and shifted slightly, watching with great intrest the dignity in which both man and bird held themselves. Hawks were fascinating creatures, they did not "love" there handlers in the way that some may feel, there was no great bond nor did the bird strive to please. They were great oppurtunists, for they soon learned that the falconer was both a source of protection and an easy meal. Indeed she thought to herself as she watched a small piece of meat produced and carefully offered to the bird, whom eagerly devored it.
They were also a token of status, most certain not a common mans gaame though a peasant may keep a kestral for sport, but it was uncommon. Anwyn personally kept several in her mews, and it was a posistion of distinction to care for them. Other men dismounted as well and began to walk down the slight slope, they carried with them large wooden cames that were pushed forth into the bush, in hopes of startling something forth from them..
Anwyn caught site of something tawny sprint from its hiding place, a hare. This particualar Hawk was female, Males were typically used to hunt quails and patridges. The Falconer had seen the potential pray as well, lifting the hood of the hawk he lifted his arm and whistled as the hawk spread its wings and took to flight. Hawks could hunt from the air or "swoop" down upon there prey from the branch of a tree, The hare streaked its way across an opening in the field and the hawk turned sharply on the wing. While Hawks did not have the impressive manuaveribilty of a Falcon, they were typically heavier and larger yet this one had what Anwyn had seened as a sharp intelligence to her gaze.
Talons outstretched, she moved to intercept her prey. Yet still, young and experienced there would have been no true way to to know that the hare would deek to the left at the last moment avoiding the killing strike and throwing itself into the safety of the bush. The hawk landed, Wings outstretched yet as it hoped along the ground seemingly quite confused. For a Hawk, once its query was out of sight it was also out of mind.
Despite the distance Anwyn still heard its handler curse softly under his breath, and behind her she heard the soft laughter of several lords that had accomponied her on ths outing for the loss of the hare had not only reflected on the bird. Placing a piece of meet upon his gloved hand, The Falconer raised it to the air and whistled, recalling the bird to his hand. The bird turned, attuned to its masters call and took to flight, flying low over the grassland. The bells attached to its feet chiming ever so slowly as it went, swooping upwards it landed and instantly began to tear eagerly at the meet.
The Hawk was rehooded for its attention could not be allowed to stray, even for a moment. The Handler turned slightly, looking to her and she lowered her head only slightly and once again the task of beating the bush was set about, typically this would be the responsibilty of the Falconer, to find prey for his bird but this was sport, they did not hunt for food.
Another brown creature threw itself from its hiding place and once again the bird was released, streaking low across the ground its course unwavering though the rabbit ran from left to right varying its trail though the movement was so fast that her eyes could barely track it the Hawk dove to the ground, Its talons ripping into the creatures vertabrae crushing them and instantly ending its life as well.
The Falconer acted at once, quickly moving to where the bird sat perched its wings proudly spread as though to invite all to behold what it had done. Though given chance it would also rip the carcass to shreds within seconds and would greedily eat the flesh, the birds were feed carefully to keep there weight in check to ensure that they did not grow too lean or too heavy, either way could not only hamper flight but threaten the birds health.
The handler kneeled, a piece of meat resting within easy sight upon the leather gloved hand. The bird cocked its head, as it gave thought to the offer before hoping away from its kill. Again it was hooded and turning offered towards the nobility that kept watch and a quiet murmur of apprechiation went up for the skill that had been shown this second attempt.
Anwyn slipped from the saddle landing lightly and tossed the reins to a servant that had accomponied them, this signalling that the hunt had ended for the time that be at least wood was gathered for a fire and food brought for the midday meal was made ready. Dressed in a snug fitting jerkin adorned with embroidery of gold and thigh high boots, the riding attire of a noble that had been adapted for the curves of a femenine form.
"Well done" she beamed, though perhaps more to the bird than man. Though she had long since trained horses, There were something to the birds, they did not know of submission or domination, nor could one truely hope to gain there trust, for though they may listen to command, a wild creature they remained. Delicate though deadly. They could not be trained through cruelty, they would merely parish, a most undeserible fate for something so proud.
Speaking in low tones to the bird she extended a hand to gently brush it, though she was careful not to call it to her unprotected hand for even unintentionally the grasp of its talons could easily tear through flesh and muscle. Laughter and song from beyond told her that already her company had lost intrest in there sport, now she would have to resign herself to an afternoon of drinking and stories that would grow increasingly far fetched as the hours passed "Ai Léofa léoma mægden" she murmured softly in the tongue of her own people.
OOC So hard to find anything in translated in Rohirrim, Sindarin there are pages upon pages but not so much in none elven languages. I think I managed to say "Rest Light Maiden" but am not 100%
