Word Count :: 429 bahaha, facking pony
When Liliya indicated that she wanted some of the insides, Tawny nodded and gestured to them, not really caring at all about them. Usually she only ate the meaty pieces like the heart, liver and such. Now it was time to work on breaking the neck off. Sighing softly, the smaller female straddled the hot, bloody horse shoulder, uncaring of her fur getting so messy and gross. Leaning over, she began to saw the knife through the thick meat and muscles. It took at least three minutes of hacking and sawing until the knife finally hit bone on both sides. Instead of immediately trying to break the spine, she began cutting off steak like chunks of the meat and piling it in the snow, sprinkling the cold frozen water in between each piece to begin the freezing process.
After a few minutes of chopping the meat from the neck and upper part of the shoulders, she gripped the head and jerked it upwards sharply, giggling softly when the loud snap resonated through the clearing, scaring the baby horse again. The head and half of what was left of the neck came off and she tossed it over at the legs. Now there was only the chest and empty midsection left. Stepping up and off of the dead beast, she crouched and slipped her arms under the unskinned side, lifted with her legs, and heaved it over onto the other side. Another few minutes and the horse was completely skinned. The young woman spread the large, light brown but blood stained, skin out on the snow to cool.
Instead of getting right to cutting the rest of the horse meat into large pieces, she stood and rubbed snow all over her bloody body to get the smell away. Walking past Liliya, she scooped up the rope and widened the hole pretty big, way bigger than the baby’s head and neck. Getting down on her knees to look smaller, she crawled forward slowly, cooing softly at the little frightened creature. It really wasn’t sure what to do, but finally took a few steps forward, just close enough for Tawny to lift the rope up and toss it over the things head and tighten it around its neck. The pony squealed and began hopping around like a deranged creature. Growling softly, Tawny snapped her teeth at it and tugged the rope sharply, pulling it over to a small tree and tying it up. The thing could fight all it wanted, but it wasn’t about to get away from that.
Image courtesy of krystian_o@Flickr; table by the Mentors!
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