never made it as a wise man
08-02-2013, 06:38 AM
CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO FLY ~*~ Seemed Eria was not in the mood for sheep. Cross gave the herd down below a last look over the sheer stone side, and then followed Eria along, deeper into the woods that clothed the mountain side. He went along with careful pace and wary eyes. When they came to the fallen log, he took it like a Shepherd, leaping to the top, and then pushing off to go for a long distance jump. He staid alongside the black huntress for a time, ears swiveling back and forth. She was going for something else this day... but what? He searched for scents and was reward with deer. Oh, so she was feeling bold? Cross would have to work hard to do his share of help. When they came to the clearing, Cross glanced at Eria for signals, but none were given. He'd just have to do his part. She went off to the right, he assumed planning to go for the buck. Well, he'd take the left and that way they could go from different directions. What Cross didn't quite count on, however, was the wind. He walked right into the breeze, and before he had gotten to the side of the woods, the deer both stiffened. Tails wagged, ears flinched, heads raised. Cross's heart thudded in his rib cage. Dang it. The deer both bolted! And Cross desperately launched himself out of the shadows of the trees, racing after the buck. Turned out though that the creature, unknowingly, was headed right for the second hunter. I WILL LIVE TO SEE YOU DIE |