Night Fever
Seasonal Bonus - Sea + ?
08-07-2019, 09:55 PM
Kindle had been traveling this land much too long without any success. Fleeting scents of familiarity did little to bring her anywhere of use to her, and as soon as she thought she'd found a member of the Ademre the scent would mysteriously fade. It was like she was chasing ghosts, and for all Kindle knew she might have been. Hunger had brought her to this particular gulley - the Ademre woman was a seasoned hunter and knew she'd find something good in such a fertile plain. Her head lifted with careful precision, nostrils flaring as she tried to scent something worth the hunt. Pronghorn. She realized. Her face remained impassive, but onto the ground her dainty paw tapped anticipation. Small form crouched low, skirting skillfully towards a nearby thicket of grasses that the shorter-then-average woman could easily hide herself within. It was twilight - the perfect time for Kindle to attempt a hunt. Her brightly colored pelt proved hard to hide within even the thickest of foliage during the day, but with the low-light of the moon and stars upon her back the colors dimmed towards a tone much more suited for stalking. "Speech" "Ademre Sign" "Thinking" "You." |
08-26-2019, 02:26 PM
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08-26-2019, 03:00 PM
Kindle was so absorbed in the potential hunt that she was not focusing properly on her surroundings. All her attention was on the pronghorns before her and she was carefully considering a plan of action as she crouched silently in the foliage. These creatures were larger then the prey Kindle usually attempted on her own, and she was beginning to doubt whether she'd find a calf small enough to safely take down. As she looked on at them, a motion to her side shocked her. She backpedaled quickly and a pronghorn lifted it's head at the sound. The Ademre hunkered down lower, gaze moving from the stranger then back to the nearly-spooked prey. After a long moment, the pronghorn relaxed once more and began to graze. "It's okay." She whispered to him finally, looking over the stranger. "I could use the assistance." It was a good thing this man showed up, perhaps he could help her take down one of the beasts. Any of them could feed them both easily. "We need to pick one, and then I will-" Gaze moved over his frame, sizing him up. He was huge, much larger then her. "-I suppose it's best if you flush one out, they'll have a better chance of scattering if they see you. They might just try to fight me off." A sigh tore from the woman's mouth, and she shared a glance with the man before crawling forward so her nose and eyes might peek out of the grass. There was one smaller one at the back of the herd, still fat enough to feed them while being less of a hazard. She gestured towards it, looking back at the male for confirmation or a new suggestion. "Speech" "Ademre Sign" "Thinking" "You." |
08-26-2019, 05:12 PM
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08-26-2019, 09:06 PM
The stranger took her direction easily and for that Kindle was pleased, she did not need to feud with her hunting partner before they went for their prey. The pronghorn still seemed flighty and nervous and the Ademre woman's eyes narrowed in concern as she watched them. Would such a small noise have startled them so badly? From where she stood she couldn't hear the man's movements, which meant the pronghorn shouldn't have been able to either. She caught his gaze from further on and nodded to him to confirm the plan. It seemed he was ready to spring and it was not a moment too soon - these creatures were becoming more nervous by the second. He leaped from the foliage and Kindle veered off the other direction with the hopes of cutting in front of the herd. They were sufficiently spooked and began to charge away from the man. Kindle kept her eyes upon the one deer she sought, sprinting alongside the herd until an opportunity arose that she could cut the beast off and cause him to split from the other beasts. The remnants of the herd scattered and the pair was left with the one remaining pronghorn doe. Kindle launched herself at it's exposed throat, her jaws just narrowly missing to land her bite upon the side of it's neck. She snarled in frustration, releasing and backing up to continue to pressure it. Hopefully the man could come in from the rear and accomplish more with his massive size. From behind, Kindle was aware of the faint rustling of bushes. She could not turn to look without leaving herself vulnerable to the defensive hooves, she only hoped it was a pronghorn who'd stayed to watch the show. WORD COUNT: 1494 / 2500. "Speech" "Ademre Sign" "Thinking" "You." |
08-27-2019, 09:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-02-2019, 11:29 AM by Corvus.)
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08-27-2019, 09:47 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-31-2019, 11:40 PM by Kindle.)
There was something about a good hunt that got Kindle's blood boiling with adrenaline. Pointed hooves flew out wildly infront of her as her prey did it's best to scare the small wolf off. The prey animal was wild with fear and anger, it's towering form becoming an intimidating thing to face for the blue marked woman. Faced with a creature taller then her, the Ademre woman was thankful once more for the strangers assistance. If this had been a solo hunt she would have already fled, unable to take on a beast this much larger then her on her own. She carefully dodged the flailing hooves while doing her best to get in a few bites at the creature's underside. She aimed her jaws to catch upon the soft flesh of his belly, feeling a thick tear give from the force of her bite. Blood filled her mouth and she licked her lips as she pulled away, a vicious smile upon her face. Her focus was entirely on the creature, and she barely registered the man's warning although the sound reached her He lunged in and the pronghorn rotated it's rear away - Kindle moving with it - and a deep growl came from the bushes. Her head whirled to identify the threat, catching a stray hoof against the side of her skull in the process. She was taken aback, dazed momentarily from the pronghorns blow. Her vision blurred slightly but she could make out the tan coat of the cougar as it flew from the bushes. The small wolf's hackles raised and she wheeled backwards out of it's path, casting a panicked look towards the stranger. A warm trickle of blood began to drip down her face, beginning to pool around her eyes and cloud her vision. What could they do? The cat had to be taken care of regardless, but the hunger in Kindle's stomach made it hard to accept having to abandon their hunt. She snarled at the cougar, the sound low and dangerous. Although the situation was becoming much more dire, it was hard for her to consider any sort of a hunt a failure - especially one where she was not the only one dependent on it, the stranger needed to eat too. The cat was closer to her size then the pronghorn and Kindle realized it would be a more even match. Her gaze darted from predator to prey as she held her ground before it, and then with a frustrated snarl she dashed forward. Perhaps if they showed enough strength the cat would flee, and they could finish their hunt in piece. The alternative was having to kill the cat and abandon the pronghorn, or perhaps the tall stranger could take one of their bounties while she handled the other. None of the options were particularly safe. The cat lunged forward once more, it's claws nearly catching upon the flesh of Kindle's neck as she dodged the blow. Her head was still fogged and distracting and she considered seriously for the first time that she might not want to pick this fight tonight. The cat hissed and advanced upon them, the pronghorn still bucking not far off and looking for an out. The Ademre woman snarled at both predator and prey, before slowly beginning to back away. "We can't do this." She yelled to the stranger, partly ashamed at the admittance. "Run!" He'd followed her into the hunt and she could only hope he'd follow her away as well. She barely turned to look and see if he'd gotten the hint, still hearing the scared snarls of the angry cougar as well as the frightened calls of the pronghorn as she moved further away. Her stomach growled with hunger and her ears flattened as she wondered when her next meal would be. The blow upon her head had been a hard one, and she'd known wolves to be down for the count after taking a strike to the skull from flying hooves. She knew no healers, had no pack. It was very possible that she'd take more time to recover from the ordeal then she had - unless she found a willing healer to bandage her wounds and calm her foggy mind. WORD COUNT: 2505 / 2500. "Speech" "Ademre Sign" "Thinking" "You." |
09-09-2019, 04:23 PM
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