Vosh, Vosh, Vosh of the Jungle...

[Saek tr'Vosh 0]

Night had fallen around Vosh. He sat in the bosom of some type of tree catching 10 minute naps. The day had been eventful. He had procurred enough supplies for the rest of his trip...if he wasn't killed by a wild animal or that blasted psi-cho hunter. The river had turned back on him so he had waited on dinner to come to the water before moving on.

 

While the river looked fresh enough, he knew better than to trust the water without purification. Instead...he had filled his cantine with rainwater from larger bamboo shoots as well as from the prevalent vines around him...though it took him awhile to remember to cut the notch at the top to allow for air flow.

 

As for the disruptor, he planned on saving that for any close encounters with the hunter. The bamboo, however, also provided an excellent staff for a spear. He sharpened two smaller pieces with barbes (for fishing) tied them together with vines and grass and shoved them in one end of the shoot. With that, he actually had a rather menacing spear.

 

He climbed a tree near the water and waited. He knew if nothing came he could try for any aquatic life present. The first two tries failed as his aim with a disruptor proved better than a stick. He ended up with a medium sized fur covered creature. While he wanted to cook the creature and eat it now, he knew he might need to make it last. He gathered kindling for a fire and placed it in a stump several meters away from the river. He fashioned a wooden grid of sorts and placed it over the opening of the stump. He had cut several strips of thin meat and placed them on the grid. The blade of his Kaleh against the butt of the disruptor made enough sparks to start the small fire. However, the fire didnt need to be big..it wasnt meant for heat or light...all Vosh wanted was a little heat and a lot of smoke. He placed four stakes around the stump and covered the stump with his outer jacket. This served to hold in the heat and the smoke and hopefully the smell as well as hide any obvious light source from any psi-cho's lurking about. He would have enough smoked meat to survive for the rest of the trip.

 

The only problem were the insects. AAARGGgg. After taking his long sleeves off he was a buffet for the various biting bugs around him. He finally went to the river bank and covered himself with mud and clay hoping to build a protective barrier between him and the bugs. It helped, slightly..but sleep was difficult, especially since he stayed in a tree to keep an eye on the site as well as avoid any creepy crawlies. He was hungry but he decided to wait til morning before breaking into the hardtack. He would need his strength. He planned on gaining as much ground as possible tomorrow. Unforunately, plans had a way of changing lately.