02-16-2009, 01:03 AM
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OOC
Shell complied, laying her weakened body in the snow. Cercelee gave her one more forlorn look and set off, nose in the air and then to the ground as she caught the scent quickly of a stray hare. The rabbit was not in sight, but the tracks were fresh enough and paws pounding on the frozen earth quickly took the white lady out of Shell’s sight. Lithe body moved effortlessly through the snow, her arctic genes had crafted her body for this type of weather, as much as Cer detested the dead season. The scent grew thicker and navy eyes swept the area for the hare, but there was nothing until the tracks suddenly came to an end. The rabbit was in front of her suddenly, it’s white winter coat blending in flawlessly to the powdery snow. Instinctively Cer’s jaws snapped down on the creature, it’s neck snapping instantly for a quick and near painless death.
The hunting excursion had only taken twenty short minutes from start to finish but when Cercelee returned to the female she was once again out cold. Fangs sunk in deeper to the flesh of the rabbit, widening the wounds on the prey’s body and releasing the sweet and sticky red liquid, the metallic smell sharp. Laying the creature next to Shell’s nose, hoping the scent of fresh blood might help to revive her, Cer took up the task of nudging and prodding the female once more. The rabbit bled a pool of liquid in front of the raven female’s face and Cercelee dug her cold nose into the shoulder of the other. If she didn’t find a healer soon, the female might not last many more days. “Shell get up! Come on! Now! Shell?!”
OOC
Shell complied, laying her weakened body in the snow. Cercelee gave her one more forlorn look and set off, nose in the air and then to the ground as she caught the scent quickly of a stray hare. The rabbit was not in sight, but the tracks were fresh enough and paws pounding on the frozen earth quickly took the white lady out of Shell’s sight. Lithe body moved effortlessly through the snow, her arctic genes had crafted her body for this type of weather, as much as Cer detested the dead season. The scent grew thicker and navy eyes swept the area for the hare, but there was nothing until the tracks suddenly came to an end. The rabbit was in front of her suddenly, it’s white winter coat blending in flawlessly to the powdery snow. Instinctively Cer’s jaws snapped down on the creature, it’s neck snapping instantly for a quick and near painless death.
The hunting excursion had only taken twenty short minutes from start to finish but when Cercelee returned to the female she was once again out cold. Fangs sunk in deeper to the flesh of the rabbit, widening the wounds on the prey’s body and releasing the sweet and sticky red liquid, the metallic smell sharp. Laying the creature next to Shell’s nose, hoping the scent of fresh blood might help to revive her, Cer took up the task of nudging and prodding the female once more. The rabbit bled a pool of liquid in front of the raven female’s face and Cercelee dug her cold nose into the shoulder of the other. If she didn’t find a healer soon, the female might not last many more days. “Shell get up! Come on! Now! Shell?!”
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