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15.10.12 . 2pm . close to stellarton mines . optime form


He'd moved forward, stalking through the sparse rocks and cover that littered the mountains. There were bushes here and there, but there seemed an ironic lack of trees- Temeraire's preferred medium. He much preferred the cover of the branches, the high vantage point over his prey, the rough bark between his paws. Up here on the mountain, he had to trust more on his basic instincts to guide him. They were well honed and within a few short moments, the doe had come into sight once more. She'd stopped, panting and shivering for just a moment. She thought she was safe, close to a bush that might have obscured his view if he'd come up the mountain from the other side. Unfortunately, his sights were set now and there was no stopping him.


The emergence of a dark, grizzled grey male not only froze the doe in place for a moment, but the shock of finding himself with competition for the doe freezing him for the moment. It didn't last long and with a surge of anger, the male instinctively reached for the staff strapped across his back. He didn't think about it, just allowed his body to move forward in a swift move, the staff arching over his head as the grey male made his move. The crack of wood on flesh jarred up his arm and for a millisecond, the boy was once again in shock.


The wood was wrenched from his grasp before the grey luperci rolled, adjusting the weapon and coming back onto his feet. Enraged that his weapon had been torn from his hand and was now being used against him, Temeraire allowed a rumbling growl to rip forward and as his own weapon was swung towards his legs, he drew the knife from his thigh and dropped into a crouch. The staff struck his arm and ribs, causing a grunt in pain but otherwise no damage. He moved with a hunters grace, springing forward to try and get past the staff, knife in hand to slash towards the males upper arms. While he was enraged that his weapon had been stolen and his kill gotten away in the haste of the chase, he wasn't interesting in killing anyone.

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