Arms Tonite

The vermillion boy was on the hunt. Determined to make something of himself, considering his… shortcomings. He couldn’t remain a stuttering fool, or a twitchy idiot forever. And if he was doomed to be… he’d better have some more merits than his face and hide. Right?

After sniffing around the tall grasses for any feline-like scents, he was quick to to switch mental gears in favor of an ambush! But- well. He had to find something to catch first, didn’t he? There were all sorts of things, lizards, bugs, an occasional frog – nothing that really screamed challenge. What was the fun in something easy? No, he needed something he hadn’t attempted before. Something he would have to work for.

So, the boy had his nose to the ground, stepping as cautiously as possible. He had to keep his footfalls light, because if he was doomed to have such a strikingly red coat - he had to be good at stalking and ambushing! No prey worth hunting would just allow him to walk up to them, gosh, was there any one else who knew what this was like? What was he supposed to do here? Just as he was about to give up in frustration, the boy spotted a bird of some type, poking about on the ground. It appeared earthy in coloration with a long pointed tail. Perhaps just what he was looking for! So the boy scanned his surroundings, uncertain of how to begin his attempt. It was a bird so... it could fly, and if it did he would be left in it's dust. Shoot.

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