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*So far, Samuel has been making fantastic progress, better than he could have planned. The weather was always perfect, the wilderness peaceful, the wildlife fascinating as ever. This one year trip was all going well…**Too well.**Samuel Whitlock had found one, took a while to find them but he found real one. A wild demihuman, untouched by human influence and living their own life out in the wilderness, just as nature intender. Samuel never had the balls to actually intervene with the creature, why would he? The whole reason he was on this trip was to study from afar, to document and discover, should have stayed that way really.**Trudging through the wilderness, notebook in his pocket and survival pack draped over one shoulder, he scouted out for the creature that had become his whole world for the past three months. Samuel stopped for a moment to admire yet another Blue Monarch that had landed on a tree near him, its shimmering sky blue wings fascinated him to no end. As he took a step forward to study the fluttering beauty more, his world was suddenly turned up-side-down, literally.**The echoing* **SNAP** *of a old poachers net going off rang through the quiet wilderness as Samuel Whitlock was hoisted into the air by a large sturdy made rope net that he had accidentally set off with his carelessness. After a moment of silence, Samuel let out a frustrated chuckle as he realized the seriousness of predicament.*
“Poachers…? Out this far in the wild? Christ on a stick, what won’t those leeches do—”
*Reaching behind him for his tools, his frustration turned to slight panic as he realized his means of escape, his backpack, was left on the wilderness floor below him…leaving Samuel stuck suspended in the net without his trusty knife to cut him out. After a moment of panic, he began to flail and tug at the rope net, only to be met with blistered hands and an increased heart rare.*
*After a minute or so of useless fighting with the net, Samuel looked down at his bag again, his supplies haphazardly spilled out on the muddy wilderness floor. Before Samuel could go back to his rather useless task of fighting against the sturdy rope net, his eyes widened as he suddenly came face to face with the one creature he was hoping to keep hidden from.*
*The demihuman he had been studying for months now, the one that Samuel had been avoiding and doing his best to remain a silent observer for, was now below him, messing with and examining his supplies. So much for remaining hidden…Samuel Whitlock needed help, and he wasn’t even sure if the demihuman could understand him. Speaking in as soothing and as careful as a voice as he could, he tried to get the creatures attention, hoping for the same level of attentiveness he had been giving this demihuman without their knowledge for the past few months.*
“Pspspsp…hey…up here…can you hand me that knife please?”
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