OOC herpderp. Its cool <3 +5
She was on the hunt. The girl had been on hot pursuit of a scent of a stray stag for a quarter mile now; without the aid of her steed – which was most unusual for her. The animal appeared to be in distress and lost she assumed, any other reasoning would of left her puzzled to how it had stumbled so far from its herd. Perhaps it was just a rogue. The woman was lingering in the trees along the outskirts of the forest of Nod skipping soundlessly from branch to branch about 25 feet or so above the individual, which was calling erratically for its companions, layers of sweat matting his fur coat as he heaved out shallowly conducted rasping breaths. Within moments she had aligned herself above his barrel, for there were not many trees left to spy from as the creature scampered for the clearing beyond the forest. He had paused for air, still delirious and the woman was about to seize her chance. She perched there for a few seconds, hand firmly clasping one of her favoured twin slashing blades in preparation for the quick flurry of movement that was to come. She had to do this quickly and quietly, for then he would die free of pain. Ghostly orbs had narrowed with a tunnelled concentration before she tipped forward, descending in a graceful almost gliding downwards spiral towards her aim.
Her weight landed on the stag’s back with a thump and the creature bolted up and off with confusion, jolting and thrashing his magnificent velveteen antlers violently. Before he could de-seat the warrior it was too late, the end was nigh. Her hands had clenched around his neck, and the blade in her palm had licked along the pulsing veins to incise a beautifully clean cut and open the gateway to a red waterfall. Her victim stumbled head-first to the ground admitting his defeat and savouring the last blurry moments his eyes where ever to see. It had ended quickly, and cleaning her blade free of crimson by rubbing it across his soft prize-winning pelt she called for her horse. Her dark steed quickly appeared, darting through the undergrowth to where he would meet her.
The hybrid quickly gutted the animal and firmly secured a rope around its neck for it was far too heavy for her stallion to labour across his back. Within minutes of her kill she was mounted and slowly trotting on her way to the mansion, whereby no doubt she would have to share her meat. Her mount pranced magnificently as he tugged the load baring attached to the rope around his neck, well aware he had something to show off about. It had not taken long before her angelic eyes were cast upon a caramel hued lady of whose appearance she could vaguely remember from the packs gathering not so long ago. She would allow for passing without words if she could manage it - or more likely if this other canine would allow it, for the woman looked to be in somewhat of a motion of deep thought.
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