05-11-2008, 10:59 AM
He was ready to go home, though the lead hunter of the pack wasn't ready to go home empty handed. He wanted to go with some meat, he wanted the pack to have food, he wanted Deuce to have food. The white female had childern that need the food and deepened upon that said food to live, and to function. The black male wanted to bring home at least something small. No matter the coast, he wasn't willing to have his name as a hunter be put on the line, and his honor and trust be gone. Lucifer picked up the sent of a ground hog, it wasn't the best meal, it would not be the best meat but with the luck he was having for that day, it would work. The male put his nose to the ground, there was the soft sound of a rattle snake, the male stopped as he looked around, He wasn't sure where it was coming from. Logically he stopped, and the male whined softly, not seeing the snake but only hearing it, made him worry. Then as quickly as he made the sound, there was the sharp pain, it felt like when he jumped onto the knife Deuce had. Though, it was clear that the objects was two and smaller. Looking down to his leg he saw it...brown, and oh did his leg hurt. He howled, it was his only scream for help.
The male limped as he moved though the lands, his leg killing him, Finally no longer able to take it the male fell tucking his leg under him, laying down on the border the male whimpered. He failed...his family, his lovers, every one. Maybe Conri had made a wrong choice in making him the lead hunter.
The male limped as he moved though the lands, his leg killing him, Finally no longer able to take it the male fell tucking his leg under him, laying down on the border the male whimpered. He failed...his family, his lovers, every one. Maybe Conri had made a wrong choice in making him the lead hunter.