she always tries, truth or lie

*Conan* · 10-16-2013, 01:56 AM

He would miss the shy glance away from Paradise as she caught a glimpse of his slight smile. Women around him were never shy; always forward and direct with what they wanted from him. To their misfortunes, the behemoth was always clear that he wanted no part in their games and tricks. Only one woman had been able to get past the titan's hardened heart and scarred exterior...but that had been quite some time ago. He had helped her get back to her homeland and he hadn't turned back since. It had been nice while it lasted, but she would not come with him on his journey around the world and he would not force her. It had been something of a bittersweet parting, but he had been glad to have met her. She had taught him that the world wasn't all about war and bloodshed. There were precious things that could be overlooked so easily and never be noticed.

Her reaction was a bit delayed, but she would catch on nonetheless, her lithe figure mimicking his own as she crouched beside him, having spotted the herd before them in the clearing. There was a young doe rather separated from the group, nibbling on some plants in the shrubbery, completely unaware of any dangers lurking nearby, her back to Conan. She was the one he would take down. Stay here and stay hidden. I will fetch your meal. And with that the titan would move away from his companion, crossing before her to his left as he circled the perimeter of the clearing, trying to get as close as he could to the doe before making his move. One misplaced paw stepped atop a twig, cracking it. The rest of the herd spooked, taking no time in bolting away; but the young doe was much to slow.

Seizing his opportunity before it slipped away, the titan would launch himself towards the straggling doe, forelimbs reaching out to bat at her hind limbs. Protests of pain would erupt from her tan jaws as she tried to run away, ankles bleeding from his scratches. Powerful muscles would ripple beneath his sooty coat as he pushed himself to move beside the already fleeing doe, jaws raising up to snap at the herbivore's delicate throat. The deer would attempt to strike out with her front hooves, nicking the behemoth across the chest, trickles of crimson oozing from the shallow scratch. Ignoring the light throbbing Conan would throw his entire weight at the fleeing animal, forelimbs reaching up to wrap around its neck, daggers sinking into the delicate flesh, hind limbs scrabbling at its chest and underbelly as he used his body as a counterweight, dragging the deer down towards the earth. The animal couldn't handle the titan's massive frame and tripped, tumbling down towards the dirt, falling on top of the gargantuan as they rolled together, all the while his grip never failing. When the dust finally settled the doe lay on her side, the behemoth still attached to its delicate throat, its crimson liquid flowing into his jaws. The deer twtiched and then went still, its life draining from its panicked eyes. Slowly Conan would release his prize, taking a moment to asses the damage to himself before he would pull his limbs back underneath him to stand, ruby gaze dancing towards the spot he had left Paradise in.

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