01-29-2009, 07:57 PM
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Hehe, it’s okay~! Don’t worry about it~ And should we end this here? You can post again if you want, and then we can fade to black. OuO It might be a bit before I start the next one, if you don’t mind— but I’ll PM you when I get it up, ^=^
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Her body lept with a grace, and her paws found the earth as she landed lightly behind the dual coloured male. Swiftly, she turned to find him, hoping that she had not made some sort of mistake. But there was none, it seemed, for the doe had fallen easily into the jaws of the awaiting male. Leaping, Slay had caught the deer off guard, and he took it down with apparent ease. The woad-marked female watched with more than marginal satisfaction as she watched the male execute that which nature had intended. The life drained swiftly—if not instantly—from the hunted doe, and soon it was still, her soul rising to join the rest of its kind. Cwmfen thought she heard the crow—the one that carried the souls over the river of death. A light smile crossed her maw; she had heard him many times. She thought it might be soon when she would hear him come for her, for she could not see herself fading with old age. Someone would come to take her life, and she would be ready then.
The stilled animal lay beneath the diamond-marked male, and she smiled to him as he turned. He was more winded than she was, but he had had more of the work than she had, as he had dealt directly with the prey. It was a moment before she realized that the hunt was a success, and when she did realize this, her tail waved behind her. She felt a certain amount of accomplishment, for this had been the first time that she had hunted with another. In this experience, she had learned that the hunt was only a little different. It involved more self control, for as she had chased the deer, leading it to the waiting Slay, she was fighting with all her might the instinct that drove her to kill it herself. But if she had done so, the hunt would not have been successful, and she knew that. The control was key here, she thought. And perhaps communication. It would not have been successful without the instruction from the black and white male. The hunt was a novel experience, and yet it was all too familiar.
Cwmfen smiled. "I’d love to." Her voice was openly eager, and it was filled with a gratitude. With an unhurried stride, the female easily brought herself to the male’s side. She offered him another shy smile of thanks before she lowered her maw to the lifeless body. Her nose drifted momentarily over the deer’s stomach, scenting the warmth of life that had so recently been drawn out. Then, her maw pulling back in a silent snarl, the female’s strong white teeth punctured the skin, and she tore it aside as one would lift a blanket. The hot blood seemed to emit an intoxicating steam into the cool air. Then she was tearing into the rare meat, and its unique taste exploded in her mouth. She took several bites, growling with a primeval pleasure as she devoured this freshness for the first time in her life. Cwmfen hoped that she had not eaten too long, for she did not want to appear rude, and she pulled herself away from the doe, the blood on her maw tainting the blue woad. The white orbs found the other, offering him to join her. She did not want to eat alone.
Hehe, it’s okay~! Don’t worry about it~ And should we end this here? You can post again if you want, and then we can fade to black. OuO It might be a bit before I start the next one, if you don’t mind— but I’ll PM you when I get it up, ^=^
500+
Her body lept with a grace, and her paws found the earth as she landed lightly behind the dual coloured male. Swiftly, she turned to find him, hoping that she had not made some sort of mistake. But there was none, it seemed, for the doe had fallen easily into the jaws of the awaiting male. Leaping, Slay had caught the deer off guard, and he took it down with apparent ease. The woad-marked female watched with more than marginal satisfaction as she watched the male execute that which nature had intended. The life drained swiftly—if not instantly—from the hunted doe, and soon it was still, her soul rising to join the rest of its kind. Cwmfen thought she heard the crow—the one that carried the souls over the river of death. A light smile crossed her maw; she had heard him many times. She thought it might be soon when she would hear him come for her, for she could not see herself fading with old age. Someone would come to take her life, and she would be ready then.
The stilled animal lay beneath the diamond-marked male, and she smiled to him as he turned. He was more winded than she was, but he had had more of the work than she had, as he had dealt directly with the prey. It was a moment before she realized that the hunt was a success, and when she did realize this, her tail waved behind her. She felt a certain amount of accomplishment, for this had been the first time that she had hunted with another. In this experience, she had learned that the hunt was only a little different. It involved more self control, for as she had chased the deer, leading it to the waiting Slay, she was fighting with all her might the instinct that drove her to kill it herself. But if she had done so, the hunt would not have been successful, and she knew that. The control was key here, she thought. And perhaps communication. It would not have been successful without the instruction from the black and white male. The hunt was a novel experience, and yet it was all too familiar.
Cwmfen smiled. "I’d love to." Her voice was openly eager, and it was filled with a gratitude. With an unhurried stride, the female easily brought herself to the male’s side. She offered him another shy smile of thanks before she lowered her maw to the lifeless body. Her nose drifted momentarily over the deer’s stomach, scenting the warmth of life that had so recently been drawn out. Then, her maw pulling back in a silent snarl, the female’s strong white teeth punctured the skin, and she tore it aside as one would lift a blanket. The hot blood seemed to emit an intoxicating steam into the cool air. Then she was tearing into the rare meat, and its unique taste exploded in her mouth. She took several bites, growling with a primeval pleasure as she devoured this freshness for the first time in her life. Cwmfen hoped that she had not eaten too long, for she did not want to appear rude, and she pulled herself away from the doe, the blood on her maw tainting the blue woad. The white orbs found the other, offering him to join her. She did not want to eat alone.