Setting: Abandoned!Earth (any large governing bodies have left, leaving only small cities and wanderers behind) Abandoned when the 'space revolution' occurred, the invent of technology and spacecraft that could hold entire countries. Plants have taken over most of the world.
My character: Nikolai Voss, fox. He/him. (Not a reflection of my actual personality, is usually rude, don't take it to heart please.) Wanderer. Loots and hunts to survive and thrive. Uses daggers and knives mostly, but carries around an axe and lightweight sword. Doesn't use guns regularly due to rarity of ammo, keeps one small shotgun for emergency in his shelter, a two-level house, from before the revolution. Also uses bows and arrows, but only for hunting.
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Nikolai was perched on a branch, crouching in the midst of a trees leaves. He was wearing a white shirt under a jacket of many shades of green, and dark jeans. He had his eyes narrowed, scanning the nearby trees and ground for a sign of an animal- any animal he could eat, really. He was running low on food.
In his hand, he had a bow and arrow. The arrow was relaxed against the string, but he was ready to prime the arrow and fire if anything came into his field of vision. Eyes drifting to the sky for a second, he took note of the slowly setting sun. It would be dark soon, and unsafe to be outside. Thinking some frankly unnecessarily vulgar thoughts on this subject, he started to descend from the tree. It would be best to make it to his shelter before dusk, a time that was quickly approaching. His feet hit the leafy forest floor with a quiet thump.