The Hollows
Hunt thread
08-11-2019, 03:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-11-2019, 03:15 PM by Lucretia.)
Lucretia noted that Rosemary seemed familiar with the small... blue? creature that appeared. Did they really did another feisty blue thing around Ashen? Zee was already such a handful. Thoren's heavy accent was interesting; he was strange and weary from the light. Although she desperately wished to know more about him - why did the light pain him? Was it genetic? A condition that had developed over time? - the hunt left no room for pleasant conversation. "Agreed. A good plan," was all she said as she moved into position. Hunting was like a dance. When you moved in concert with so many other wolves, Lucretia thought it was one of nature's most beautiful things. The most brutal movements could be rendered precise and delicate with the right instruction and proper execution. She fell into position and stalked towards the herd, keeping her eyes carefully the target. Lucretia melted into the background, eyeing the flinty hooves of the herd as they moved through the brush. There. She saw her opportunity. It was likely that would have to make the first move, but hopefully the stranger would pick up on the noise of the herd scattering even if he couldn't see. Darting forward, she nipped at the heels of the male and aimed to drive him apart from his fellows. The herd scattered in panic, cleaving into thirds. Lucretia tailed a group made up of their intended target and two younger males, hot-heated and foolish. They kicked up their heels and squealed as she stayed close by, monitoring their target's movement. |
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