[As far as some of his past meals were concerned, this had to be among one of the least dignified attempts to snag a bite so far. Granted, nothing had come close to the diet of rats and insects Cazador had had him restricted to in the past, but at the very least those had been easier to catch.
This? This just made him feel like a bumbling fool.
The fish had not been high on his list of choices, but given the sheer lack of options within the forest itself when he'd gone to scope the area out, it was either this or one of the other occupants of this repugnant little settlement. As well as his last foray into the bloodletting of speaking creatures had gone, he'd much rather avoid a repeat at this current juncture.
At least until he could be sure no one here happened to be particularly fond of stakings.
Left with no alternatives... Astarion had decided to make a fishing trip.
Or a dreadful imitation of one, at least. Despite the recent stint of travel with his ragtag group of miscreants and misfits, his lack of experience with the outdoors became extremely obvious under circumstances such as these. He'd spent a decent stretch of minutes simply standing on the riverbank, hesitant to take a step into the running water itself despite the reminding warmth of the sun on his skin. Eventually, the proverbial leap of faith was taken, and with a wrinkle of the nose and a rolling of the sleeves, he took his first hesitant steps into the water. It didn't hurt, which was a relief. It was hard to ignore the presence of the thing in his skull with how it wriggled about at times, but at least it continued to shield him from these new surroundings.
Footing was at times precarious, and more than once a rock shifted beneath his boot, causing him to flail his arms about to steady himself and avoid slipping to certain doom. Eventually, however, Astarion found himself deep enough into the water that it rushed past his knees. There were several catfish within reach, flitting about through the muck and river rock.
Should be simple enough to just... Grab one, shouldn't it?
...
Perhaps spearing one with his dagger would bear more fruit, so to speak? Although, that ran the risk of bleeding the thing before he could even bring it to his teeth.
...
Elsword you're gonna find this guy just standing in the middle of the river, hands on his hips as he stares down at a handful of fish like they've personally irritated him by existing somehow.]
III. Hello it's the fishing I promised you (also tw for animal death but it's fish and rats mostly)
This? This just made him feel like a bumbling fool.
The fish had not been high on his list of choices, but given the sheer lack of options within the forest itself when he'd gone to scope the area out, it was either this or one of the other occupants of this repugnant little settlement. As well as his last foray into the bloodletting of speaking creatures had gone, he'd much rather avoid a repeat at this current juncture.
At least until he could be sure no one here happened to be particularly fond of stakings.
Left with no alternatives... Astarion had decided to make a fishing trip.
Or a dreadful imitation of one, at least. Despite the recent stint of travel with his ragtag group of miscreants and misfits, his lack of experience with the outdoors became extremely obvious under circumstances such as these. He'd spent a decent stretch of minutes simply standing on the riverbank, hesitant to take a step into the running water itself despite the reminding warmth of the sun on his skin. Eventually, the proverbial leap of faith was taken, and with a wrinkle of the nose and a rolling of the sleeves, he took his first hesitant steps into the water. It didn't hurt, which was a relief. It was hard to ignore the presence of the thing in his skull with how it wriggled about at times, but at least it continued to shield him from these new surroundings.
Footing was at times precarious, and more than once a rock shifted beneath his boot, causing him to flail his arms about to steady himself and avoid slipping to certain doom. Eventually, however, Astarion found himself deep enough into the water that it rushed past his knees. There were several catfish within reach, flitting about through the muck and river rock.
Should be simple enough to just... Grab one, shouldn't it?
...
Perhaps spearing one with his dagger would bear more fruit, so to speak? Although, that ran the risk of bleeding the thing before he could even bring it to his teeth.
...
Elsword you're gonna find this guy just standing in the middle of the river, hands on his hips as he stares down at a handful of fish like they've personally irritated him by existing somehow.]