The smell of Hunters

Another passage from the story im writing, enjoy:

The boar lifted it's head towards the mountains momentarily, sniffing the air. A gentle but insistent breeze swept over the long grass in waves, falling over its mahogany hide. The wind brought with it a certain chill, a message of the ensuing winter. The mountains in the distance were already capped with a magnificent white, that now in the dusk shone yellow almost as bright as the setting sun itself.

The creature grazed amongst the first sparse trees that littered the edge of the Amothir Forest, sharpening his tusks on the splintered bark. The scent of undergrowth made it's belly shiver hungrily, and it's search for food was immediately livened, the promise of a full stomach laying amongst the bushes. It's snout twitched instinctively, leading it towards a log which lay just off the beaten track. 

The boar nudged it with its tusks to reveal a damp spot upon which the dead log had laid for decades, crawling with beetles and worms - a boar's very delight. 

The beast tucked in happily, sucking up the smallest insects, crunching the larger ones. It grunted happily, filling up its large belly with delicacies, fit even for the king of the forest. It was so happy, that all around him remained unnoticed. he was oblivious to the sound of the eagle's cry, completely inattentive to the smell of ought but the damp.

In fact, the poor boar was so happy with its meal that it didn't even blink when an arrow flew silently and swiftly into the base of its brain. 

Dum Diddlee Dee!

Well well well. I've been looking for a decent blog site for EONS, glad i finally found one. 

Life is good right now. I've been living in Germany for just under a month and i find it to be an amazing place.  My Godfather, who has very kindly offered me a room to sleep in for the duration of my stay, told my parents the other day that i was bored. My dad replied "anyone who goes to Garmisch-Partenkirchen and is bored lacks a severe amount of imagination."

I agree with him - i'm not bored at all. Garmisch is the sort of town where natural laws are thrown out of the window. A friend of mine said to me the other day, "if you don't like the weather, just wait a minute." He was very correct!

In other news, i have spent today in my creative mind frame, and have written a piece of my story.  

"The walls stretched higher than the redwoods. The Nurenes stared around them in amazement. Some stretched out their hand to let it drag over the harsh and rugged stone, stunned by even it's sheer presence. It didn't take a warrior to know that the walls were invincible against any human power. These walls couldnt be charged by even the Gods.

Khia stared straight ahead as she led her people into the city. On each side of her lay grand temples, forums almost as tall as the walls themselves. But Khia's eyes were fixated upon one point. The bridge ahead was long and thin - it was barely wide enough for two people. She grinned evilly as she passed under it, her expert eyes glancing over each and every weakness. This would be the place."

Now, i know exactly where this extract fits in my story, and i know what happens before and after, but for some reason i cannot for the life of me write this in a chronological order. WHY?