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The Name of the Game (is pronghorn)



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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
1761
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
1,267
player
Ali

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12-12-2020, 05:45 PM

Waiting patiently in position, Hattori's breathing was slow and steady as he gathered his strength. Whilst he knew the pair of them were more than capable of brining down their quarry there was still a lot that could go wrong, he knew that things often went awry as a result of overconfidence.  His ears tipped forward to listen to thudding of hooves, the herd parted, splintering off in different directions as Ellery focused in on the target, snarling and snapping to keep it panicked and thoughtless. He tensed as he saw the shadow looming before him and lunged forth with talons extended, with an almighty crash he collided with the pronghorn and the pair were sent crashing to the floor. The pronghorn let out a startled wheeze as the air was knocked from it's lungs and kicked as though to struggle to it's hooves, but Hattori was faster and his teeth clamped down on it's throat. Blood spilled across the grass and the pronghorn soon succumbed to asphyxiation, it's eyes glassy and lifeless as the pair of wolves began to tuck in to take their share.



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