The Hollows
Hunt thread
08-16-2019, 05:40 PM
For once, Thoren was glad he wasn’t attempting a killing blow. Instead, he just had to herd the Zebra in the right direction and keep it on course. It worked well, between he and ‘Luce’ they led the Zebra right into the other two. Watering eyes could see enough to know that the leader of the hunt was going for the throat not once but twice as the stallion did its best to fend off the predators. He couldn’t find the purple toned wolf, but he imaged she was at the front helping. Luce had dived for a lower hind leg, a sickening crunch told him she had bit down hard enough to break something. Thoren moved forward now, jaws snapping and grasping hold of the other hind leg to keep it from kicking his hunting partner. The struggling slowly diminished, but Thoren did not let go until the life and energy of the zebra was gone. Once it was, he stood there panting with eyes narrowed, neck arched and head tipped down enough that the harshest bit of the sun was on the top of his head near his ears- not on his eyes. That dull throb of a headache was growing, the pain of it now prominent on his expression as he stood there waiting for his turn to take some food. Thoren trying to get a bite of that meat. NOTE: Thoren is extremely sensitive to light, he can also see a bit better at night due to living in tunnels and caves all his life. |
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