leave your mouth talking

Sirius Revlis · 04-09-2011, 03:49 AM

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Laughter had not been a wise choice for her to make. Irritability prickled up and down the male's spine, making his hackles and the thick fur on the back of his neck itch uncomfortably. It was embarrassing to have been unable to catch a fish to show her, but Eris now appreciated the difficulty of hunting, and the unpredictability of it all. Attempts were always prone to failure more often than they were to success - That was the way of things, the way of predator and prey in Nova Scotia. It was difficult for those who were not hunters to appreciate this balance, and easy for them to make the assumption that hunting was an assured meal.

If his teaching accomplished nothing else, then at least Eris would walk away with a new appreciation for how difficult the lives of those who lived off of this skill were. In a pack system, they were not often ranked highly, nor valued as greatly as they should be. If the time came though where they were forced into lone existence, then survival would fit the hunters over the scholars and the leaders. Hunters survived.

But unfortunately, prey also had this knack for survival. The fish were not an easy catch. Her question was responded to with an irritable flick of coffee ear, which sent some remaining droplets flying into the air. "Use your shadow," He explained impatiently, "Your's is bound to be bigger than mine. If you stay still enough, they will just think you are another overhanging tree or stone, and swim beneath you." The bored, cynical twist to his voice was enlivened by the ability to inform her of skills she did not have, another thing that brought him pleasure. Although apple eyes remained fixed on her, he demonstrated once more, leaning out over the water and freezing like a lanky, misshapen brown log.

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