So here is my current thought processes. I have done nothing to the Rake out of fear of provoking it. I have come to the conclusion that the Rake is (er…was) after Possum, not me. However, now that Possum has figured out that the Rake cannot get past my wards, Possum has taken up residence in the patch of woods that is inside my wards. Now the Rake wants past the wards, and I’m still a prisoner on my own property. And I hate it. I hate it so much.
Now I ask myself: why? Why am I being so passive? It is not in my nature to let some horrid creature trap me like this. This is bullshit. Most of my skills are offensive, not defensive.
I woke up this morning pissed off. Don’t know why. Pets were smart enough to stay out of my way. I eventually went out to shoot my bow and arrow, hoping to relieve some stress. It didn’t help, which is unusual as it usually does.
After I was done, I started to walk back to the house. And there that bastard was, standing near the property line. The Rake stood hunched over slightly on it’s hind legs, growling and baring it’s teeth (which look very sharp) at me. If I had not been in such a foul mood, I would have turned and ran away. But since I was in a foul mood, I did not…react well to the thing’s threat.
All I can say is the Rake caught me at a bad time. I knocked an arrow and shot it into it’s chest. I think I shocked it. The Rake made this strange sound and fell over before getting onto all-fours and scurrying away. I felt a small amount of satisfaction…and then I realized that I wasn’t getting my arrow back. Damnit.
Now I am intrigued. And feeling creatively destructive. I wonder what effect fire would have on the Rake? Or hydrochloric acid? What if I coated the tip of an arrow in some sort of toxin and shot him? And I’ve yet to test the effectiveness of bullets…