M - calling the hungry

Hybrid Holocaust · 03-30-2011, 09:46 PM

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MUAHA Big Grin *claims this*

Hybrid had heard a call for a hunt and decided to answer it. Without any real work to do, he supposed it would be worthwhile for him to participate and hunt. After all, hunting was another form of work as a warrior; the only difference was that they ate their prey at the end of it. Although, Hybrid supposed that sometimes these rules could be bent and broken. He knew he had done it enough times to consider all prey edible in the end. It was all flesh and food after all.

Hybrid was, however, rather disappointed when he arrived to the source of the call. He did not realize until he came closer and noticed the scent: it was that annoying coyote woman he'd met a few days ago. He had particularly enjoyed her sass or her need to try and chastise him; it had struck him as immature and annoying and he loathed to think that she would start whining at him or bitching about something stupid again. He rolled his eyes and felt himself growling low in his throat just thinking about it.

He stood a few metres away, weighing his options. He supposed that he could return to whatever he had been doing before (which was nothing) or he could try to hunt with this woman. He sneered at the thought, but nonetheless decided that it would be best to put some food in his belly. Perhaps they would be doing some real hunting and not whatever the hell she would have him do with traps.

"You call fer a real fucking hunt eh?" Hybrid asked as he approached. He wouldn't have any of this bullshit trapping that was for sure.

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