Fate/Lost Horizon [ Dogs of War]. Volume 1

Chapter Twenty Three [ Fox Hunt 2 ]

[ Chapter 23 ]

Winter had ended and in its place came spring. The cold, chilly, and often snowy days have left the people of Britain. Ushering warm and sunny days for the next couple of months. As, on the ground, the green fields were once again beginning to show life, flowers, daisies, and lilies began to grow and appear all over the island. Coloring the land with warm beauty.

Yet in another part of Britain, on the outskirts of Camelot, was an evergreen forest. Large and expanding, the area was filled with cool air. Brimming with life. Yet today, only one type of animal was the center of attention.

In a clearing, free from branches or bushes stood an average-sized deer. Covered in light brown fur with small white spots going across its body, the beast with antlers walked around without a care. The creature was free by all accounts. Unaware that it was currently being stalked. By a knight no less.

Just a little closer, and I'll mark her... Gawain thought to himself, preparing to jump out at the right moment.

Today was the day of their competition. Gawain and Y/n would be going up against Lancelot and Tristan. Luckily, Gawain had managed to convince his opponents to let his team go first, the two knights oblivious to the past of Y/n, and his skill as a hunter. The blonde was certain he had struck gold by choosing his senior and rival!

If Y/n had allowed us to use actual weapons meant for hunting, this would be a lot easier...But he did raise a fair point. Gawain continued to think, watching the deer closely, hiding in a bush close by.

The man was without his armor, as such a thing would make him easy to spot and hear. Dressed in clothes that fitted the environment he was in, Gawain thought himself to be well hidden. In my right hand was a small amount of blue paint. A strange choice when it came to hunting. But he, along with his opponents, had agreed to such a thing after hearing Y/n's argument.

"If we're treating this as a sport, then I don't see any reason to be actually hunting, we already have plenty of food here. Instead, we'll mark the little bastards by color."

Y/n being someone who grew up hunting to eat didn't see any reason to do something such as that in a manner like Gawain and the rest described. Killing for sport wasn't his thing, instead, he had handed out everyone participating their own small container of paint. With it, they'd be able to mark their catch, and then count up which team had the most. A far better option than just killing the deers.

Yet when the idea was pitched, both Gawain and the rest, excluding Y/n, seemed to enjoy the idea a little too much for his liking. The three men proceeded to suggest something Y/n (of all people), found childish. The group of three began thinking up team names, coming up with the following...

Y/n and Gawain: Team Sun and Moon.

Lancelot and Tristan: Team Black and White.

"...This is stupid." -Y/n

Watching as the deer came closer, Gawain narrowed his eyes at it. Preparing to leap out and grab it. This of course wasn't his first time hunting with Y/n, though he was much younger back then. Still, this wasn't his first rodeo, and he was sure he'd mark enough to help win.

Taking a deep breath, he watched as the deer approached, being only feet away. He was a knight of the roundtable, a seasoned warrior. Possessing strength that easily surpassed a thousand men. A fine swordsman, something like this would be a piece of cake.

It would be easy, he thought.

"Ha!" Gawain shouted, leaping out from his hiding bush, jumping from out the push, and making a mad dash to catch the deer that quickly reacted. "Gotcha!" Gawain exclaimed, grabbing at the deer.