The Haudhiaur Island is truly a beautiful sight when you take in all of it's features. Lush, colorful fauna cover most of the island. Soft, small waves brush against the pale sands that hold the island like a picture frame. The skies, at least for now, are clear and blue with a few white clouds. Truly a beautiful sight... unless you're stranded on said island. But for one like Buddy, a lazy pirate, you don't really care. He had survived a crash of his ship, he was the only one on the ship at the time. Wasn't the captain supposed to go down with the ship? Oh, well. buddy was here now, no use complaining. It was minaly peaceful, except for the beasts that often charged him. Maybe if they were quicker Buddy could be in one of their bellies. He had fallen asleep on a make-shift hammock which was no more than a giant leaf. When he tried to use sails he found they would keep twisting up, now they supported the large leaf.
A rumble came from the trees, most likley another carnivore wanting to try and eat the sleeping pirate. The mixture of it's growling and Buddy's stomach growling he woke up and fell out of the shoddy hammock. "Uggh, I haven't had anything to eat since I came here..." The pirate groaned as he picked himself up from the ground and looked around. The growling was ringing in his ears, but right now he couldn't tell if it was his stomach or some other creature to come and chew on him.
He turned to the darkened trees with a sigh, "Okay, come on out." He said as he stretched. The creature jumped from the shadows, some big cat with some natural markings on it. It let out a roar when it jumped into the air, but it seemed kind of sluggish to the slacker who stepped out of the way and pressed himself up to a board plank. He meant to make some house but ended up falling asleep instead.
The cat jumped again and Buddy ducked and listened to the crash as the predator slammed through the piece of wood. "Ooh, so close!" He mocked the cat with a chukle. It turned and made another attack at him that once again he ducked. But this was becoming boring. He raised his leg and cumsily kicked at the beast that was trying to kill him. The foot landed and knocked the big cat away and into a thorned bush. Buddy cringed as he looked at the scene of the cat hurrying away, most likley to lick it's wounds.
All that hard work exhausted Buddy and he laid back down on his hammock. Unfortunatley before he could fall asleep he heard a rustling amongst the fauna. Probabyl something else. With Buddy's luck it might be something that was going to try and kill him. Couldn't this sumb island just leave him to his sleep? Such a bother.
Valindor sat upon the soft sands, his feet outstretched. Occassionally he would pick up the fine grains of sand, allowing the wind to blow them out of his hands and between his fingertips, making him calm. The wind blew every-so-often, brushing the sand onto the rangers body and flailing his hair over his face. The island was beautiful, it calmed Valindor entirely. But he was not use to being out so far from the country, he did not want to be on this island at all, even if it was beautiful.
It had been a simple delivery-job, which could have earned him enough gold to last a month. But it had gone wrong. The ship was raided by sea-naga, its crew and cargo blown apart and destroyed. The ranger was lucky to be alive; he was able to swim back to shore with his equipment, and a few apples also. Now he had devoured the apples, and his stomache had started to rumble once more. He was not entirely sure if the men back at the docks knew of the ships downfall; and whether they would send a rescue boat out or not.
But time would indeed tell; and until then, he was stranded here on Haudhiaur. He did not know if there was any other intelligent life on this place, but he would sure find out soon enough. Outstretching his arms and legs he gained his footing, yawning aloud as he trod through the sand. He now only possessed his own belongings, such as his bow and quiver. His clothes had somewhat shrivelled; his travellers cloak had torn.
"This place is damn hot.." He said lazily as he slumped through the sand, whistling a tune as he went. The sand was now hot from the sun, burning his feet with every step. He would have to get off this island soon; otherwise he would just have to become one of those jungle-men that he had heard about in Lomedor and on his journeys. "Woah!" Valindor managed to shout as he fell down a hole, encasing his right leg in hot sand. The rest of his body was above ground, but was burning up with every second.
"Stu," He said, gripping onto his leg and pulling himself up. "pid leg." He finished, removing his leg and continuing to walk along the barren shore, allowing the cold water to push up on the soles of his hot feet, cooling him off. A roar suddenly came from the jungle nearby, startling the ranger. "Whats this?" he said, slowly drawing an arrow to his bowstring. The noise was drawing closer, Valindor was on his toes, his bow held tightly against his chest. His heart pounded inside him; the beast was coming.
"Come on.." He said under his breath, stepping back into the shallow water. Yellow eyes peered out from the jungle, taunting the ranger. Suddenly the bushes ripped apart, and a large yellow husk-cat ran out; its teeth gnarled, set upon the lone man. Valindor drew his string back, aiming an arrow at the oncoming beast. The cat continued running, ready to pounce on Valindor at any moment. "Back beast!" He yelled, stepping back into the water a few more steps without taking his gaze off the animal.
Quickly it pounced upon him, slamming him into the water. He did not suspect the attack; his bow and drawn arrow lying an arms length away on his left. "God damnit!" He yelled, pushing his face into the water as the cat struck, barely avoiding its attacks. The cat struck a claw into the prays right bicep, the slash about four centimetres in length. Quickly he rammed his knee into the beasts stomache, knocking it off temporarily. He reached out for his bow, drawing it back with the arrow held firm in the string. He released the arrow at the husk-cats neck, ripping down into its flesh.
The beast moved back, rolling over wildly and snapping the arrow held in its neck. The head still remained in its neck: which was all that Valindor needed to kill the beast. Crimson blood flew over the ranger and into the water, dying it a dark red. The husk-cat rolled over once more, flailed its head to one side and not another movement was seen or noise heard. As he looked down at the dead cat he noticed more cuts over its body; it appeared that it had already engaged someone or something else, and had obviously fled or killed them. But alas, the beast was now dead. But the ranger now knew that there was predators on this island: which was not a very good thing for him.
"Time to search then." The ranger said, nurturing the fresh cut on his right bicep; trying to stop the blood from flowing out too fast.
Buddy swung lazily on his big leaf, back and forth, back and forth. He had drifted off into his dreams, they were pleasent. He dreamt of happier times, from years ago when he went fishing with his father. He could feel the waves rocking the boat in the black and white vision of things that alread yhappened. He fealt a tug on the fishing rod he held in his hands, it wasn't long before the dreamed changed slightly, now buddy was older and with a stronger grip. He tugged as hard as he could and then pulled up what was hanging on to the string. It was a big cat, Buddy let the rod loose and the cat drowned away. Oh well, his father wasn't angry, he simply gave his son a new rod and they resumed fishing. His father caught a hundred fish with one cast, Buddy only caught one.
Buddy turned to his father who was gone, buddy saw this as strange and turned back to his fish, it was gone too. The boat creaked and stopped it's rocking against the light waves of the eternal blue seas. Buddy looked and saw the boat rip like papaer. He saw it go away into the water, and Buddy fell to the water.
He awoke, on the ground with his leaf torn in twain. He looked up at it in shock, his heart was pounding for a moment, he had crashed onto the hard ground without warning. It didn't take long for him to just sprawl out on the ground. He couldn't sleep on the ground like this. Besides, mhe fealt rested, probably would be a good idea to see if there's anything interesting besides and endless artwork of blues. He picked himself up from the ground and wandered onto the beautiful white sands, looking the only two ways down the beach.
Down one way was nothing, except the fading white sands and gentle blue waves caressing the beach. Down the other way was the same thing except with a limping figure coming down the way that Buddy was standing. Maybe whoever, or whatever that was could probably give Buddy someobdy to talk to, he began making his way to the human-looking thing.
As he neared he could slowly make more and more from the figure. First he could tell it looked human, then he could see a darknened spot on it's pants, probably blood, then he could see ripped clothing. He kept observing the person more and more as he approached. Finally he could tell it was a young man, at least seven years younger than Buddy himself. Ah well, Buddy got along best with younger people.
"Hello there, and welcome to the Island of Lost Hope!" Buddy said jokingly with a wave, "Hopefully you won't die from that wound, where did you get it anyways? Ship wreck? Annoying, yet big, cat? Do tell all, this place gets boring after the first couple of hours!" Although Buddy mostly joked he did tell the truth from his perspective. And he didn't want to live on this island forever.