01-02-2010, 06:26 PM
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http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad34 ... s/truc.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:187px; background-position:top center; background-color:#F8BB4D; text-align:justify; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#AB360D; line-height:15px;padding-bottom:10px;">Since Cotl sets traps for prey, it shouldn't be a big step up to set some for wolves, eh? >
@&#&$Thud, thud, thud. His racing heart sounded like the pounding of a bass drum and each footfall on the dry grass and crunchy snow may as well have been thunder. His body was held so low that the fur on his chest may well have brushed against the frozen earth, though it was not as if he would notice. Each slow, mechanical step brought the streamlined hybrid closer and closer to his quarry: a plump light brown hare. So far the rodent was oblivious to the twin red eyes trained on its form, but suddenly it tensed and stopped munching away on the desiccated shoots. The wind had shifted and its stalker no longer escaped the radar.
@&#&$It took off at once, flying in leaps and bounds across the snowy plains. Anselm sprung after it and was making good progress when a small gully, masked by the snow cover, caused him to stumble briefly and lose his footing. In that split second the animal gained yards on him, but he persisted in the chase for a little bit longer. He was just about to call it quits when something unexpected happened: the rabbit jerked to a stop as if lassoed by an invisible leash, then came flying backwards before crashing to the ground. The bronze wolf's advance ceased entirely now, and he stood indecisively, his ears swivelling endlessly as he tried to piece together exactly what might have happened. Was there some snake underground that had reached up and snatched it as it ran past?
@&#&$Tentatively he padded forward, and here his prey rose and began to struggle. Only once he was within several feet could his eyes pick out the trap that had snared the rabbit's left hind foot. He'd never seen such a contraption before; what was this, a gift from the deities he refused to believe in? Though that seemed unlikely, he wasn't one to question a free meal. He snapped at the animal and it quickly perished in his jaws, but it remained stuck in the trap. He yanked on it twice before dropping the kill and taking a closer look. There had to be some sort of release mechanism, right? Licking his lips hungrily, he simply stared at it before reaching down to gnaw off the offending leg. Over the scent of fresh blood he finally registered that of another: Cotl. Had the German man set this trap?
@&#&$Although it would be simple to make off like a bandit with his prize (and he was the one to send it into the frenzied run that drove it into the trap in the first place), he decided it would be polite to inform Inferni's Imaginifer of the catch. They would share it, as was customary for any team-effort kill--even if that meant turning his lunch into more of a snack. More importantly, Anselm wanted to ask Cotl about the traps. Those wily bastards from overseas had all kinds of sneaky tricks up their sleeves, and whatever this technology was, he wanted in on it. Could it be scaled up? Could they catch an entire deer with the right kind of trap, or even a wolf?
@&#&$Tossing back his head, the Caelum let out a brief call requesting the presence of the horseman alone, if he were available. If not, he would keep the spoils for himself and catch up with Cotl later, but the questions that burned in the back of his mind had him hoping for the singing dog's company sooner rather than later.
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@&#&$It took off at once, flying in leaps and bounds across the snowy plains. Anselm sprung after it and was making good progress when a small gully, masked by the snow cover, caused him to stumble briefly and lose his footing. In that split second the animal gained yards on him, but he persisted in the chase for a little bit longer. He was just about to call it quits when something unexpected happened: the rabbit jerked to a stop as if lassoed by an invisible leash, then came flying backwards before crashing to the ground. The bronze wolf's advance ceased entirely now, and he stood indecisively, his ears swivelling endlessly as he tried to piece together exactly what might have happened. Was there some snake underground that had reached up and snatched it as it ran past?
@&#&$Tentatively he padded forward, and here his prey rose and began to struggle. Only once he was within several feet could his eyes pick out the trap that had snared the rabbit's left hind foot. He'd never seen such a contraption before; what was this, a gift from the deities he refused to believe in? Though that seemed unlikely, he wasn't one to question a free meal. He snapped at the animal and it quickly perished in his jaws, but it remained stuck in the trap. He yanked on it twice before dropping the kill and taking a closer look. There had to be some sort of release mechanism, right? Licking his lips hungrily, he simply stared at it before reaching down to gnaw off the offending leg. Over the scent of fresh blood he finally registered that of another: Cotl. Had the German man set this trap?
@&#&$Although it would be simple to make off like a bandit with his prize (and he was the one to send it into the frenzied run that drove it into the trap in the first place), he decided it would be polite to inform Inferni's Imaginifer of the catch. They would share it, as was customary for any team-effort kill--even if that meant turning his lunch into more of a snack. More importantly, Anselm wanted to ask Cotl about the traps. Those wily bastards from overseas had all kinds of sneaky tricks up their sleeves, and whatever this technology was, he wanted in on it. Could it be scaled up? Could they catch an entire deer with the right kind of trap, or even a wolf?
@&#&$Tossing back his head, the Caelum let out a brief call requesting the presence of the horseman alone, if he were available. If not, he would keep the spoils for himself and catch up with Cotl later, but the questions that burned in the back of his mind had him hoping for the singing dog's company sooner rather than later.
mall-caps;font-weight:bold;text-align:right; border-top:1px solid #AB360D">SoSuWriMo +590