Gathering Fun! [ Job | Bararaq ]

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‘Tch, I underestimated how cold it was actually going to be today.’ Bararaq would think to himself, glaring at the blue-haired woman who he had given his coat.  While she didn’t display any sign of thankfulness, Bararaq knew she was grateful, which was all that mattered to him in the end. Taking his eyes off of her, he would focus his attention back onto the frozen-over dirt in front of him. “Snow yams, ay? Easy enough.” he would mutter to himself, bending over and reaching his large hands into the cold soil.

After a few minutes of him digging through the dirt, he finally came the the conclusion of it being empty. A slight displeased look crossed Bararaq’s face as he picked himself up off the ground and looked towards his partner. “Yeah, there’s nothing here.” the Imuchakk would grunt out, almost throwing a kind of tantrum. He was hungry and wanted some dinner tonight, but this was way more work than he had anticipated. “What now?”

WC - 167

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With an annoyed glare, Bararaq would sigh at the pitiful site that was his partner. He would slowly walk his way up to her, crossing his arms the entire way. Scanning the stuck Imuchakk over, he knew deep down that she could have gotten out with ease. Todilo was incredibly crafty, and also physically strong for someone who preferred to distance themselves in a fight. She was simply being lazy, but truthfully, Bararaq didn’t mind. With one of his usual irritated grunts, the black-haired giant would reach out to his friend. However, without actually thinking it through, he had accidentally reached out with his hook-hand instead.

A cold sweat would form on the nape of his neck, as his obvious mistake would begin to sink in. “Uh, here.” he would mutter, switching his outstretched hand. Even if she had decided to make fun of him, he could always use her current position as a type of self-defense. The girl looked ridiculous, almost like some kind of messed up sea turtle. He couldn't help but chuckle under his breath, while also doing his best to hide it from her. The humored/embarrassed goliath would look away in a hurry, his pale cheeks turning a light pink color. After Todilo was fully unstuck, Bararaq would try to change the awkward subject. “I think I see another patch over there, let’s give it a try.” he would say, trying to play it cool as he made his way towards the other patch of frozen soil.

WC - 415

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Not acknowledging the rustling from behind him as he dug through the freezing dirt, Bararaq would feel a sudden wallop to the back of his skull. A juvenile yeti had struck him from behind using a large tree branch. Upon impact, the branch would snap in half leaving the yeti weaponless. Instead of backing down, the Yeti would proceed to let out a warcry and leap upon the Imuchakk’s back. During this, an unforeseen anger would begin building up within the raven-haired man. Suddenly picking himself up off of his knees, the Yeti would go flying back a few meters.

Jerking his head backwards, Bararaq was now giving the beast a cold glare. “Eh?..” he would grunt out, taking a giant step towards his foe. He would begin brandishing his hook, twirling it in his free hand. Watching as the Yeti began to back up slowly, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. He knew very well that he was quite the intimidating foe. However, knowing this wasn’t enough to satisfy the giant. He had been slightly wounded by this pathetic creature, and he wasn’t planning on letting it get away. Instead, he had his sights on this soon-to-be roasted yeti. He’d never eaten one before, but it looked to have plenty of meat on its bone.  

WC - 500+

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Giving the yeti a quick lookover, Bararaq would notice something different about it from the first time he looked it over. For some reason, this creature had a burlap sack tied around its waist. “What the…” he would mutter to himself, quickly pacing over towards the beast. The yeti continued to screech loudly, falling on its behind as the two came face-to-face. “Give me that!” Bararaq would say in an agitated tone of voice, snatching the burlap sack from its waist. Upon grabbing it, the sack would spill out onto the snowy ground. What was once inside of the bag, lay around twenty to thirty snow yams. The Imuchakk couldn’t help but feel a tad bit ticked off upon seeing this. “So, this is where all the yams went.” he muttered, a vein popping out on his forehead.

However, before he was able to do anything about it, he felt a soft touch on his shoulder. Todilo? No, she would have socked him right in the face for no reason. Turning his head around, his eyes would meet a much larger yeti’s. The creature was slightly taller than himself, with a much thicker coat of white fur. It wasn’t long before the soft touch turned into a sharp jabbing sensation. He was then thrown aside with ease, right into one of the nearby trees. Attempting to pick himself up, he saw that the yeti was no longer interested in him or his partner. It was now comforting the much smaller yeti, grabbing it by the nape of its neck, just like some kind of cat.

Watching them from a distance, Bararaq would continue to keep an eye on both the creatures and Todilo. After only a couple of minutes, they would begin walking off into the dense forest nearby. Sighing under his breath, the raven-haired man would finish standing up. However, he continued to place his hand upon the left side of his body. He wasn’t entirely sure, but it felt as if one of his ribs were broken during the impact. Clearing his throat, he would begin to chuckle a bit under his breath. “Dumbass yetis left the snow yams.”

WC - 500+

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Bararaq would let out an exhausted sigh, as he noticed his partner had gotten into one of her ‘fussy’ moods again. After continuing to pelt the yetis with small rocks, the blue-haired girl would rush over towards him. For but a mere moment, her face would look sincere to him. As if she was actually worried about his condition. However, this sentimental farce would be over within mere seconds. As soon as Todilo realized that he would be fine, she would begin signing incredibly rude gibberish to him. Some of it made sense, most of it didn’t.

“Give me a damn break, will ya?” the halfling would mutter at Todilo, wincing in pain as the girl yanked him up off the ground. After grabbing the sack of yams, they were off back towards the village. He had hoped that they would be able to hunt here soon, but first he’d need to heal up. Which might prove slightly more difficult for him now, since he had sort of a bad reputation with most of the doctors in the village. Whatever the case, Bararaq was decently fast at healing naturally.


WC - 500+

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