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He turned away to watch from the holes of the leaves-filled bush to the prey. There, the light cream boy felt the adrenaline rush stronger, the butterflies in his stomach flying excited as he was. His evil grin was almost psycho-like, a maniac laughter came out of his throath, husky and snarled. Anyone could hear it as a breaking growl.
The herd got nearer, the runners bringing them to where he stood, and he knew -somehow- it was time. He got up, half crouched and held the spear in one hand, the other strecthed forward. He had already seen how to throw a spear; he could do it.
The herd passed by and the arm holding the spear went forward, exchanging with the other, the weapon hitting to one of the deer's belly, not sure if in the ribs or in the unprotected stomach; it had flashed away awkwardly with the herd after kicking a while with the pain. His smile got more evident, as his eyes locked on the spear, hanging on the side of their massive frames. He waited there, weaponless, trying to stay away from their range, while he watched his prey slow into a walk.
He went to it -stil avoiding their hooves' range- and looked aggressively to the deer. He waited there, watching the brownish-black eyes deadly scared, like it pleaded for its life. In that moment, he recalled of Noir, not sure why. Maybe because hse'd be crying by watching that scene. Besides, where were she? The pale Aston boy glanced around in the strategic confusion around, but didn't found his sister. He frowned, confused, and then just let og of that. She must be somewhere else. Then, he just sat, patient, watching the deers strungle to keep standing.