I'm bad as bad can be
Víðarr
Cooperative
01-16-2022, 01:06 AM
As low stakes as this particular hunt was, it was still exciting. There was something in his system that was wonderful, beautiful, and deadly. A well oiled machine. The cousins split apart with their plan in mind, the shadow taking up a spot that would allow him to easily catch the bull as it was funneled toward the trees. By the time Iðunn leapt from her spot within the trees, he was in position and ready. As the engagement started, the shadow faded closer. When their quarry turned to face the priestess, Víðarr saw the opening. The creature was already scared and scatterbrained, he didn't have to worry about disguising his scent or his steps. Excellent. Víðarr charged from the dappled sunlight of the trees, crashing into the thing as hard and as fast as he could. They went tumbling together, and he made sure to fell the creature away from his lighter companion. He'd learned from their last engagement, after having taken the elk down far too close for comfort near his sisters. No, this time was different, and he managed to catch the creature's hind leg in his mouth. As Víðarr and the deer both hit the ground, he could hear and feel a sickening sort of crack. Hell, it took the shadow a spare moment to realize that the crack hadn't come from his own body, but he wouldn't let go now. The deer flailed, and managed to kick Víðarr loose, but it would not get up again. The shadow could feel his shoulder already beginning to bleed, having scraped against a rock when he landed. As he staggered to his feet, there was a modest pride that washed over his system. Iðunn could take the blessings that came with the final blow today. VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits. |