There has to be some benefit to be reaped from that time when Lucifer dragged his sorry ass out of, then still his, house in Nott into the pouring rain to, as he eloquently put it, teach them to hunt. Usually, Kell wouldn't have been opposed much. He holds grudges like no tomorrow, so he remains miffed about that one time he was called useless in hunting by the white-haired girl, long ago, in the Pit.
Not that day, though. That day, week, month, he just wanted everyone to leave him alone so he can wallow in peace. But this was Lucifer, so there was no discussion, and he made it absolutely sure that Kell pays attention.
Memories of it come back, vivid as if it happened yesterday, when he looks down the valley. It's one thing to hunt to kill, but to do it with intention of capturing the target alive? There's a million and one thing that can go horribly wrong.
There's a stream running through the valley. Lush, green grass grows on both of its banks and horses roam around there grazing. The left bank opens to flat bottom of the valley, a perfect route of escape with no obstacles. No use for them. The right looks more promising. A narrow strip of tall grass separates the stream from a sparse collection of small trees, shrubs and bushes.
"We go to the right and try approaching from behind the trees. If all goes well," Which he's more than certain that it won't. "we get one horse, maybe two, and you can pick some from the rest."
Kell looks back at the rest of their group. All this strategizing can lead them absolutely nowhere, but it's better than nothing. Saints, how did it happen that he's now making plans for other people all of sudden?! This is unreal. Lucifer better be damn proud of him for that.
"Any objections?"
Not that he expects any, but Kell doesn't want to argue over any bruised egos unhappy that he's trying to take over the... ahem, reins. Most likely they go back to the castle empty handed anyway so it will just be a pointless nuisance.
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There has to be some benefit to be reaped from that time when Lucifer dragged his sorry ass out of, then still his, house in Nott into the pouring rain to, as he eloquently put it, teach them to hunt. Usually, Kell wouldn't have been opposed much. He holds grudges like no tomorrow, so he remains miffed about that one time he was called useless in hunting by the white-haired girl, long ago, in the Pit.
Not that day, though. That day, week, month, he just wanted everyone to leave him alone so he can wallow in peace. But this was Lucifer, so there was no discussion, and he made it absolutely sure that Kell pays attention.
Memories of it come back, vivid as if it happened yesterday, when he looks down the valley. It's one thing to hunt to kill, but to do it with intention of capturing the target alive? There's a million and one thing that can go horribly wrong.
There's a stream running through the valley. Lush, green grass grows on both of its banks and horses roam around there grazing. The left bank opens to flat bottom of the valley, a perfect route of escape with no obstacles. No use for them. The right looks more promising. A narrow strip of tall grass separates the stream from a sparse collection of small trees, shrubs and bushes.
"We go to the right and try approaching from behind the trees. If all goes well," Which he's more than certain that it won't. "we get one horse, maybe two, and you can pick some from the rest."
Kell looks back at the rest of their group. All this strategizing can lead them absolutely nowhere, but it's better than nothing. Saints, how did it happen that he's now making plans for other people all of sudden?! This is unreal. Lucifer better be damn proud of him for that.
"Any objections?"
Not that he expects any, but Kell doesn't want to argue over any bruised egos unhappy that he's trying to take over the... ahem, reins. Most likely they go back to the castle empty handed anyway so it will just be a pointless nuisance.