The Bisontennial.
05-17-2024, 03:55 PM
With the numerous successful hunts that left a slew of bloodshed and carnage in the Sparse Pines, many of the remaining prey animals had wisely fled from the territory, giving the quartet of lupine hunters little choice but to pursue them into neighboring territories. The pink-tinged fae led them north from the coniferous forests and out to a frozen riverbed, the blue ice broken up by dazzling alabaster stones. The sunlight shining off the rocks was brilliant and had Azrael snow-blind, squinting against the sheer brightness. Camouflage would likely not be his friend out here.
Following her lead and using her tracks in the snow, the dusky violet brute hopped from rock to rock across the ice, tamping down her smaller paw prints with his own larger ones. He didn't know what sort of prey animal could have made it so readily across such uneven and treacherous terrain until he smelled the scent of cold wet hair and earthy musk. It was barely perceptible, having been so much time since the animal had passed here, but it was present nonetheless. He'd never hunted a bison before, but he supposed there was a first time for everything! With renewed fervor, Az followed behind their fearless leader, intent on finding out what bison blood tasted like today.
Warning: Azrael is a highly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
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