adventuring
01-09-2014, 02:09 PM
ooc; this thread takes place in the BUFFALO KNOLLS. It will be moved upon the correction of a site-wide glitch that prevents me from doing so.
Nose to the earth, Maverick found himself trailing a herd of elk outside of Seracia's bounds. With interest, the lanky russet man kept his eyes set upon the fleeing flanks of a large female. She had no clue of his presence, for he kept himself a good thirty yards behind her at all times, only moving when her head dipped to the earth to graze or when she was preoccupied with the rutting bull striving for her affections. Hackles raised as he neared her, the bull having captured most of her attention. Oh, there was nothing like the rut to make hunting easy. As the doe elk stood still, eyeing the handsome bull, Maverick would steal forth a few more yards until he was within sprinting distance. Then, with the crackle of a handsome growl he would surge forth with great speed, snapping at her back right leg as he did so in efforts to sever the required tendon from her limb. As luck would have it the tendon broke free in his jaws, and the doe faltered and fell - bleating for assistance, but her handsome bull was long gone. He swept in a wide circle around her, avoiding her three flailing limbs, before delivering a killing bite to her jugular. The blood stained his muzzle even darker red as he cast out a howl for Seracia to come to the feast. It was unlikely many would hear him as he was outside of the territory, but at least he could say that he gave it a shot. Head raised as he glanced around the prairie, noting its beauty, water supply, and abundance of prey.
"Speech,"
Nose to the earth, Maverick found himself trailing a herd of elk outside of Seracia's bounds. With interest, the lanky russet man kept his eyes set upon the fleeing flanks of a large female. She had no clue of his presence, for he kept himself a good thirty yards behind her at all times, only moving when her head dipped to the earth to graze or when she was preoccupied with the rutting bull striving for her affections. Hackles raised as he neared her, the bull having captured most of her attention. Oh, there was nothing like the rut to make hunting easy. As the doe elk stood still, eyeing the handsome bull, Maverick would steal forth a few more yards until he was within sprinting distance. Then, with the crackle of a handsome growl he would surge forth with great speed, snapping at her back right leg as he did so in efforts to sever the required tendon from her limb. As luck would have it the tendon broke free in his jaws, and the doe faltered and fell - bleating for assistance, but her handsome bull was long gone. He swept in a wide circle around her, avoiding her three flailing limbs, before delivering a killing bite to her jugular. The blood stained his muzzle even darker red as he cast out a howl for Seracia to come to the feast. It was unlikely many would hear him as he was outside of the territory, but at least he could say that he gave it a shot. Head raised as he glanced around the prairie, noting its beauty, water supply, and abundance of prey.
"Speech,"