i. The crash was a disaster, but the truth is there's a part of Daryl that's oddly relieved by their new surroundings. He's trying to ignore it, because (as noted) this is a disaster, but he can't wholly deny it's nice to have solid ground underfoot and a sky up above. Even if it's miserable and grey and ominous.
For a while he takes a shift helping haul cryopods with a makeshift trailer and the bike he earned on the Colony-- none the worse for wear after coming out of the pac-disc, which is a relief--but when he sees movement in the distance, a nearly-familiar silhouette, something with stretching, towering antlers, he'd rather be anywhere else.
"Hey," he calls out, to anyone walking close enough, rapping his knuckles on the warm metal of the motorcycle. "Think you could ride this?"
ii. As it turns out, haring off after strange animals with no preparation isn't the greatest idea, but at least he gets close enough to the massive, striped bucks to get a look at them. There're no guarantees out here, of course, but they look like dinner to him. So, once they make camp that first night, once everyone's settled in-- tents pitched, shelters erected, guard duty sorted out-- he checks his weaponry, grabs some supplies, and gets ready to head out, bow slung over his shoulder, offering a friendly enough nod to anyone he passes on his way out.
He's planning to go alone, but those things travel in pairs-- he wouldn't say no to a helping hand.
iii. He should sleep, probably, but instead he finds himself sitting by the fire, staring at nothing in particular, after he comes back from his hunting trip. Sure, he's tired, but more than that he's restless. There's something uncanny about the landscape; he can't get comfortable when it's so unfamiliar, and it makes just enough sense that he'd really like to get back out there. Have a look around. Find some water, that'd be good.
Instead he sits there, chin resting on his crossed arms, too tired to actually rest. Good choice, Daryl.
iv. [ anything else, idk, hit me up! cr meme here if you wanna plot ]
ota, prose or brackets fine, etc. <3
The crash was a disaster, but the truth is there's a part of Daryl that's oddly relieved by their new surroundings. He's trying to ignore it, because (as noted) this is a disaster, but he can't wholly deny it's nice to have solid ground underfoot and a sky up above. Even if it's miserable and grey and ominous.
For a while he takes a shift helping haul cryopods with a makeshift trailer and the bike he earned on the Colony-- none the worse for wear after coming out of the pac-disc, which is a relief--but when he sees movement in the distance, a nearly-familiar silhouette, something with stretching, towering antlers, he'd rather be anywhere else.
"Hey," he calls out, to anyone walking close enough, rapping his knuckles on the warm metal of the motorcycle. "Think you could ride this?"
ii.
As it turns out, haring off after strange animals with no preparation isn't the greatest idea, but at least he gets close enough to the massive, striped bucks to get a look at them. There're no guarantees out here, of course, but they look like dinner to him. So, once they make camp that first night, once everyone's settled in-- tents pitched, shelters erected, guard duty sorted out-- he checks his weaponry, grabs some supplies, and gets ready to head out, bow slung over his shoulder, offering a friendly enough nod to anyone he passes on his way out.
He's planning to go alone, but those things travel in pairs-- he wouldn't say no to a helping hand.
iii.
He should sleep, probably, but instead he finds himself sitting by the fire, staring at nothing in particular, after he comes back from his hunting trip. Sure, he's tired, but more than that he's restless. There's something uncanny about the landscape; he can't get comfortable when it's so unfamiliar, and it makes just enough sense that he'd really like to get back out there. Have a look around. Find some water, that'd be good.
Instead he sits there, chin resting on his crossed arms, too tired to actually rest. Good choice, Daryl.
iv.
[ anything else, idk, hit me up! cr meme here if you wanna plot ]