[M] Insides on the Outside

Axelle Napier · 05-24-2012, 05:38 AM

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Word Count :: 602 || Points: 5 Your post made me nauseous, I hope your happy >.< ; Slight PP on him looking up after she attempted to shoot him in the head xD

The faint scent of blood drew the Marbas' attention away from her current activity. She was on the outskirts of the forest mashing up her shroom ‘goop’. It was definitely blood, but she couldn’t tell from what it was coming from. Something that used to be alive, she guessed stupidly as she packed her ‘goop’ into her bag, using just the bowl and hopefully keeping it upright enough not to spill. She could see herself licking it out of her bag later to get a good high. She giggled to herself imagining it. Desperate times.

When everything was packed, she took the crossbow that was once slung on her back and crept into the forest. She did start off with less care for sound, as she wasn’t even close to the scent, but when the scent became stronger, she began to creep around, aiming her weapon at anything before her. The smell grew stronger and stronger with every few steps, until she found the source. She saw a gutted rabbit lying empty on a fallen tree. She aimed her crossbow in all directions, making sure the culprit wasn’t around. The forest around her was empty, so she lowered her weapon and crept over to the massacre. The rabbit was totally gutted, and still twitching. Axelle picked the creature up by a broken leg and held it away from herself. Seeing how it had no heart, it must’ve been nerves making it twitch. She dug a small hole near a tree and buried the creature. She had a weird respect for rodents that weren’t used for food. She believed that if she buried them, another would be born soon to replace the wasted meat.

She left the entrails on the tree for food for the birds and owls around. Those could not be helped. She wouldn’t eat them herself; she preferred wolf heart over any other heart, and maybe elk heart on occasion. There was a faint scent of another in the area, and she didn’t recognize the scent as anyone in Anathema. Either that, or they were so new and the scent didn’t rub off on them yet. She continued to pursue the scent, letting the aim of her crossbow lead the way. The scent trail took her to a nearby brooke where she saw a dark-furred wolf crouched over. He didn’t look like anyone she had ever saw on Anathema lands, and so she shot. Her finger pressed down on the trigger, and a sleek arrow flew through the air, cutting into a tree trunk next to the unknown male’s head. From the sound of the arrow hitting, he turned and she saw his face. Malakai.

The male was in Optime form today, a form she had never seen him before. Axelle growled in frustration, and marched toward him to retrieve her arrow from the tree. A hard tug freed it, and she turned to face him. ”Was the rabbit your doing? She didn’t wait for an answer, and moved passed him taking a place next to where he was crouched over the brooke. She did the same, putting her weapon and bag carefully to the side of her so that she could splash some water on her face. When she was done and her face was good and wet, she looked up at him, ”Sorry.” She actually said it in a kinder voice to him and looked him in the eye to prove it. She didnt want to be, but if she did shoot him, she would have killed a pack member and felt terrible. She hated killing anything without a purpose.

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