12-10-2007, 11:28 AM
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indent The damned deer had taken off again. Ahren was a good hunter, but in the snow and chasing a wounded animal, this was getting ridiculous. They were racing through his old land, though, so the advantage was his. A final desperate sprint brought them together and Ahren leapt, downing the animal with his weight. In almost the same motion, he slit its throat with the knife. The blow was so clean, so practiced, so fast, that there was no blood left on the blade. After it bled out he had opted to head to the old fire pit, rather then walking the entire way to Clouded Tears.
indent With the beast supported on his shoulders, a young buck with a slit throat and an arrow wound in its lung, Ahren must have looked peculiar. Hunting for him was more for just fast food—every part of the animal, as long as he could help it, was used. On top of that, the hide needed skinned and tanned and that process took time. In order to get where he was going, the fastest way was passing the cabin. And it was here that Ahren came across a stranger. While his fur was dark, it took him a second to rule out Damian’s ghost—his father had red eyes and his hair was much longer. “There’s nothing left,” he said dully, the dead deer on his shoulder staring ahead blankly.
indent With the beast supported on his shoulders, a young buck with a slit throat and an arrow wound in its lung, Ahren must have looked peculiar. Hunting for him was more for just fast food—every part of the animal, as long as he could help it, was used. On top of that, the hide needed skinned and tanned and that process took time. In order to get where he was going, the fastest way was passing the cabin. And it was here that Ahren came across a stranger. While his fur was dark, it took him a second to rule out Damian’s ghost—his father had red eyes and his hair was much longer. “There’s nothing left,” he said dully, the dead deer on his shoulder staring ahead blankly.