http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... blebot.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Catherine couldn't hear anybody else coming, and time was passing. The herd was beggining to disband, and the wind was changing. It would warn the elks too soon. She mimicated to Dawali and Caliber that she would attack. She aimed her arrow at the biggest one, the bull elk. Pushing her bow as much as she could, her aiming was perfect. Letting go of the bow, her arrow flew toward the elk in a deadly speed, like a bullet. It hitted the bull's back with great precision. It stood in the hind legs for a second and ran away, the rest of the herd following it. She tried to hurt another one with another arrow, only scratching in another elk's rump. She jumped off the tree and ran toward the herd, taking off her knives. The other deer weren't in her sight, except the cow elk she harmed. The male were too strong to surrender this easily. Not really caring, she ran toward the harmed. She noticed the blood marks in the ground where the bull elk once had stood. The grayish female hoped to get that one later. She was on the female's track, which was running as fast as it could, the woman noting a smal limping. ’Great!’, she thought. Her legs were aching with the effort to keep on with her prey, but instead of lowering the march, she forced the run faster. It was killing her, but she was finally near enough of the elk. Using the last strength on her legs, she jumped and, with both knives, stabbed the animal's legs. It gave a kick, hitting on Catherine’s abdomen, throwing her a few feet away. Her head hit the ground and she rolled on it for a few second. When she noticed the cow elk had tripped and was now trying to get up, though the two knives still on its hump. Slowly, the grayish woman got up, clumsy, darting to the prey, not actually feeling her legs. Her powerful jaw mouthed the elk’s neck, breaking it with a loud crack. It was ended before it could react.
She wasn't aware of where the others had gone, neither the prey and her partners. The female Luperci found herself with a kill that was too heavy to drag. Sighing, she just sat near it, hearing Seymour’s harsh, demanding her attention. The only thing that moved was her eyes, that met the large, brown eyes of the peregrine falcon. It landed lazily in the carcass, and started o nibble on its head. Rolling her eyes, the grayish Luperci waited. She wasn’t going to reject him food, so she ignored. Sitting near the dead elk, she hoped for anything that would give her news of the others. Look for them would be a waist of time, since the herd would be far away from where she was, and so would they. She prefered to wait there, hoping they would not be mad at her for not be helping. At least she got one of those, which was a great deal. |
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