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Night Fever

Seasonal Bonus - Sea + ?



Corvus

Somnium

Expert Fighter (225)

Expert Hunter (155)

age
10 Years
gender
Male
gems
106
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
396
player
Nyx

Mammoth HunterPride - BisexualBeeventVolcanoChristmas 2019Promptober 2019
08-26-2019, 01:26 PM

Corvus had decided to take a little detour away from home. It wasn't as if anyone would really miss him for a day or so - and that wasn't pity talking, he just knew Abaven was fine even in his brief absence, and some time away might help him clear his mind. Today, as he veered along the southernmost coast, his mind was on his recently-appointed mentee and what sort of training he could offer her in the future. The youth of Abaven were important, and making sure they were well-prepared - perhaps even more prepared than he and his siblings had ever been - was super important.

His somewhat aimless wandering led him to a fertile valley.. at least, it certainly seemed fertile based on the scents that touched his nose, and what little he could discern from the rapidly fading daylight. His movements were cautious as he neared the gulley, sniffing tentatively at the air. It was an opportune time for a hunt, Corvus knew that, though he was in the mood for something sizable; often on his solo trips he'd find a hare or a squirrel to briefly satiate his hunger, but something more appetizing caught his attention now. The scent of a pronghorn suddenly hit him. Unsure if he could taken one down on his own, unless it was a young one, he decided to scope it out, moving even more cautiously through the grasses as he pushed on.

The faint sun that still peeked over the horizon, coupled with the brilliant glow of the moon overhead, gave just enough room for Corvus to keep his eye on the prey... but not enough to see who was nearby. apparently. He very nearly collided with someone, distracted by the possibility of an impending hunt, and as he pulled himself backwards he decided he wished he could disappear on the spot. He hadn't hit them, but he nearly had, and he felt stupid for being so careless. "I.. sorry," he breathed, his voice extremely soft, but audible over the gentle hum of life all around them. "Were you...?" He gestured toward the pronghorn, wondering if he was interrupting something, but hoping she needed (or at least wanted) a helping hand.