A Yak of All Trades.
05-17-2024, 04:01 PM
Azrael was having quite a lot of fun navigating between the fragments of blue ice and white marble rock as he bounded down the ancient frozen river with his compatriots in search of their next quarry. All of this was like one big game to the Saxe brute; a deadly bout of hide and seek in a sense. The prey would hide and they would seek it—and they always won. It was easy to do when their targets smelled like a barn from a mile away and so graciously left clear tracks for them to follow in the snow. This particular beast had even done them the courtesy of leaving some fresh scat along the way. Az's nose turned up at the acrid stench of shit, but it did point them on the right track. The yak would be theirs before day's end and another notch would be added to his belt of slain Boreal prey animals.
Following at the back of the group, Azrael brought up the rear, making sure no clues were left unfound, no traces of prey undetected. It wasn't hard to follow the yak's scent given how gods damn musky the thing was. It was practically a beacon summoning the wolves to it. Really, they were doing it a favor by killing the creature; it was basically asking for it! Eyes alternating between the horizon and the ground to follow the tracks and seeking to spy the large creature as they ran.
Warning: Azrael is a highly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
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