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- Oak - 09-05-2011 [html] Artemis! I was thinking maybe she could have been watching him hunt from a distance? Up to you!
He moved soundlessly though the underbrush, slowly making his way toward the northern borders and all the while searching for prey. Scouring the forest, he found nothing worth chasing down, only chipmunks and rabbits — his own stomach was too twisted with nerves to accept food. Just when he thought he would have no luck with hunting, his ear twitched to the sound of cautious footsteps. Instinctively, he crouched low to the ground, ears lying slowly back and the tip of his tail twitching with anticipation. Not twenty feet away limped an old elk cow, perhaps banished from her herd for her age and injury. She was an easy target for the large brick-hued wolf.
He crawled toward her, and with the inevitable snap of a twig beneath his paw she was alerted of his presence and lifted her doleful, clouded chocolate gaze in his direction. Predator and prey made eye contact briefly before the wounded animal turned and began her hindered and ill-fated escape. But Oak was upon her before she had created any measurable distance between them. He tore at her hindquarters with his fangs, blood gushing from her open flesh and causing her such pain that she simply gave up, as if she was prepared to relinquish her life. Oak sensed this and in a flash was at her throat, ripping through fur and flesh until his fangs at last punctured her life vein and she crashed to the ground, her eyes steadily glazing.
The skilled hunter stood over his kill with wistful eyes, silently giving thanks for the elk's life. He could not eat, and he was weary from the chase, so lay beside the carcass to rest, blood-soaked and close to tears. .oaktable01a b {font-weight:bold; color:#d7c7b6; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #45392b; } .oaktable01a-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#28221d; text-align:center;} .oaktable01a p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .oaktable01a {margin:0 auto; width:479px; background-color:#64564a; background-image:url(http://i1106.photobucket.com/albums/h37 ... ble001.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #d7c7b6; padding: 120px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#28221d; letter-spacing:.5px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} .oaktable01a-border1 {width:481px; border:1px solid #28221d; margin:0 auto;} .oaktable01a-line1 {width:449px; border-bottom:1px solid #4f4232; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #300+ [/html] |