Thrill of the hunt

Anatoliy Russo · 06-30-2010, 08:15 PM

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Niro managed to slow the creature down where the Russo had failed. That little bite he had given had done nothing, but at least Niro and Anann managed to get the creature down and crippled. Princess seemed hesitant at moments, perhaps of fear of injuries. Anatoliy growled as he heard the crunch of bones as the golden woman broke the doe's spine, ceasing its attempts to rise, back feet useless as anything else. The creature still cried out in fear, agony, and desperation. But it was all for naught as the small group had her good and pinned, which meant she was as good as dead.

But he felt a bit bad for her, in pain and agony, still threshing a little bit. Anatoliy stepped as fast as he could, oddly lithe for his size, to the doe's neck. His jaws shut on her throat, feeling the weakening pulse beneath the creature's skin. Shutting his eyes, he closed his bite completely and pulled, blood spilling from the hole torn in her neck. The Comte pulled away, tongue lolling out of his mouth as the blood seeped onto the ground. It tasted warm and salty on his taste buds, but he just watched the doe die; life flickered out of her eyes. He backed up from the corpse, shaking out his fur a bit as his heart rate went back down to normal.

"Zhat was exhilarating." Golden eyes moved onto Niro, who had started this little party of theirs, to see what he wanted them to do now. Would they carry it back to cook somewhere? Or just eat and then carry? Anatoliy was not used to the way their ancestors did things, considering he had been raised on cooked meat and ranched livestock and fish from the sea. Not that he was a prissy kind of guy. He was just unsure.

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