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Felix Tihomir · 05-14-2011, 06:59 AM

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whoooooo aw for anyone! Big Grin preferrably anyone who lives in the nearby pack though!

Patience is a virtue. Patience is a must. This was drilled into Felix's head as he grew up. Oh, he had plenty of patience, though. He was probably the most patient around. His marksman training included being able to camp out for days, staying as still as possible for long periods of time. It was a skill well honed and well used. The grassy fields made it hard, sure. Long distance shooting was a challenge for anyone, especially on a windy day. But Felix never minded that. He sat in a tree in the field, which was sparsely littered with trees like the one that made his perch, looking out to the tinest specks, making sure whether or not they were alive or simply inanimate objects. His nose made sure the pick up anything around - deer, rabbits, anything. Felix wasn't too picky about his game, but he preferred a challenge at times. When he was simply bored he picked more difficult or interesting targets. Here though, he was simply out for a meal.

A clawed hand lightly pushed down on the branch he perched on, craning his neck out to peer at a certain spot that caught his attention. A few twitches of tall grass were obvious against his trained eye, focused on the target now. At last. Felix reached behind him, silently pulling his compound bow and an arrow out, careful not to hit anything and make sudden movements or a loud sound. He drew the arrow back ever so carefully, aiming down the sight with an unblinking eye, so determined and set on the goal. The pulley system creaked slightly and his ears flicked, his eyes cautiously searching for any sign of movement. It seems his prey had stayed. Good. Felix let go of the arrow with the slightest movement, the arrow propelled what looked to be too high above the spot where the movement had been. But then the arrow started to sink down towards the earth, as gravity would. It was still above the grass when an unfortunate rabbit stood up to look around and recieved an arrow through it's neck, missing the spine but piercing the trachia. Felix huffed in disapproval of his accuracy. He should have either made a clean headshot or heartshot. The rabbit did not need to suffer.

The hybrid sighed, dropping from his perch and onto the grass, making his way towards the fidgeting rabbit. His hood was drawn back, resting along his shoulders instead of on his head. He put the bow back where it was before, on his back next to his quiver.

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