03-02-2011, 02:22 PM
Worry not, take as much as you want! It's no big deal, really <3
The male took off his knife and was about to throw it when he felt a sudden wavering on the woman's aura. Not actually a startled type of wavering... more of an... embarassed type? How odd.
Anyhow, when the mouse stopped by a spot of grass blades struggling against the ice, he readied the knife and, with a lucky shot, the blade cut through his furry back, making it jump for a second and limp clumsily back to his burrow, but it fell on its feet, shiering to keep breathing. The man, however, was quicker and got to the prey and his knife, taking a good grip on the field mouse while it squirmed around, trying to escape. With the knife, he pierced the very tip into the tiny heaving chest, ceasing all movements from the body on his hands.
The Russian then kneeled on the ground, taking out a small line thread from one of his leather pouches, and tied the mouse's throat to it. Carefully, he lyed the body back on the ground and strecthed out the line further so he could tie it to a tree root not too far from whre the small corpse sat. Not a second later, he dipped the tip of his fingers into the open wound and cleaned the still warm blood in five key points around the mouse's body.
Calmly, he returned to side of the white shaman. "Just you wait, Ralla..." He commented, readying to trigger the ambush. Surely, a bigger dpredator or scavanger, like a badger or a wild cat would jump out to get the easy food, and then... he might even be able to share his dinner with his new acquaintance!
The male took off his knife and was about to throw it when he felt a sudden wavering on the woman's aura. Not actually a startled type of wavering... more of an... embarassed type? How odd.
Anyhow, when the mouse stopped by a spot of grass blades struggling against the ice, he readied the knife and, with a lucky shot, the blade cut through his furry back, making it jump for a second and limp clumsily back to his burrow, but it fell on its feet, shiering to keep breathing. The man, however, was quicker and got to the prey and his knife, taking a good grip on the field mouse while it squirmed around, trying to escape. With the knife, he pierced the very tip into the tiny heaving chest, ceasing all movements from the body on his hands.
The Russian then kneeled on the ground, taking out a small line thread from one of his leather pouches, and tied the mouse's throat to it. Carefully, he lyed the body back on the ground and strecthed out the line further so he could tie it to a tree root not too far from whre the small corpse sat. Not a second later, he dipped the tip of his fingers into the open wound and cleaned the still warm blood in five key points around the mouse's body.
Calmly, he returned to side of the white shaman. "Just you wait, Ralla..." He commented, readying to trigger the ambush. Surely, a bigger dpredator or scavanger, like a badger or a wild cat would jump out to get the easy food, and then... he might even be able to share his dinner with his new acquaintance!