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Location: Pine Barrens, SL Date: 12 Sep Weather: Clear, cool Time: Early night |
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368 No more than four, please? Also, vicious skip policy pls -- no more than a week and a half on replies, please skip if someone's taken that long. Also, Mel, I do what I want and pinned this. DEAL WITH IT. (but um, yeah, unpin it if I've been a totally presumptuous ass...)
PROMPT: Have a hunt with at least two other members of Salsola. Your game should be as large as or larger than a white-tailed deer (e.g., elk, moose, etc.).
Eris is by Kiri, a gift from Sylvey!
She had forgotten what it was to walk on four legs. Remaining in her humanoid form at all times was her custom, true enough, as with most of Salsola -- but Eris had done most of her hunting in her four-legged form. She was a poor hunter, still -- what little skill she possessed after studying with Sirius had atrophied. The coal-furred wolf learned this well enough with her solo attempt, piteous as it was. She might have resorted to fishing, for that was why the weir had been constructed in the first place. She might have ordered a slave to hunt and kill for her, but what Eris sought this night was meat -- meat that walked upon four legs, an overabundance of it. She desired, too, to eat in the way her ancestors had.
Draugr had spoken emphatically regarding a particular interaction with Salvia, and the dark-hued woman would have readily accredited her inspiration for this jaunt. She feared Salvia's attendance, in truth, but this new and unprecedented front would not allow that useless feeling to interfere with duty. Her dark muzzle tilted to the sky and she called, beckoning to the hungry and the work-willing. The howl was a short one, and before its echo faded to nothing, she was on her feet and moving. Whoever attended could follow her scent trail. If nothing else, the dark woman could at least find prey -- they were abundant. Deer roamed freely about the marshes, savoring the sweet summer grasses that grew taller than her current form in places.
It was, ranging long yards from where she'd howled, that the dark-hued coyote detected a peculiar scent. Even by Salsolian prey standards, it was a stranger -- an old bull moose, perhaps wandering down from the mountains. The hybrid lingered, remaining near but not atop the scent trail. She was not long in waiting -- a sound of footsteps caught her ears. Miqui arrived and was immediately surprised by her form, but did not object to her request he shift, as well. The red-eyed coyote gave a vaguely surly look, but stripped himself bare and was a four-legged coyote, surprisingly small, in a few moments.
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