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Chisaki
Meteorite
- Joined
- Mar 5, 2020
Green leaves danced against the wind, rustling in a late afternoon symphony. Undisturbed by meddlesome people, the creatures of the forest walked about, coexisting in peace as they scavenged for food and water, and some even engaged in mating rituals, looking for suitable mates. Birds chirped beautiful tunes that filled the air, while squirrels and mice squeaked about, picking berries and nuts where they could. Deeper into the forest, there was a clearing with a small pond where animals gathered to refresh themselves. Currently, a deer was lapping at the pond, blissfully unaware of the predator stalking it. A single bronze eye was fixed on it, a hand pulling back a deadly arrow while the other held the bow steady, the string creaking as it was pulled back to its limit. A pair of nimble, light feet repositioned him quietly, trying to find the perfect angle to ensure his prey would be felled in a single shot. An eternity seemed to pass, waiting, watching, and then, the deer rose its head from the pond.
The arrow flew through the air, making it whistle around it as the sharp projectile spun on itself. With a loud chlk!, the arrow stuck to the deer's neck. The death was instant and, Hunter hoped, painless. The other animals around scattered in fear of being struck down as well, leaving the limp body of the deer by itself as the white fox rose from his hiding spot and picked up his game for the day. It was as heavy as an adult deer would be, though the fact that it was female meant it would be an easy haul for him. "Should be good for a few days' meals," the hunting Alpha uttered to himself as he lifted the deer over his shoulder and turned around, leaving the small oasis in favor of his own home.
It was deep in the woods, hidden from the prying eyes of society and in a place even his own pack would never find him in. Not that they would ever care to search for him, after having exiled him for his challenging of the pack leader. After blinding him in one eye, the Alpha had been kicked out of the pack with no chance for redemption, leaving him to survive on his own. It'd been three years since then and he'd been doing fine so far; in fact, he enjoyed leaving by himself more than he'd ever liked travelling in pack. It was only an inconvenience when his rut periods came. With no one in sight to help him with those needs, he'd suffer through various days of insatiable lust, sometimes causing him physical pain to not have an outlet for his desires. It wasn't anything he couldn't deal with, however, and Hunter had even come up with ways to minimize the problem. One of them was stockpiling food so he didn't have to go out for days whenever he got into a rut, just like he was doing at the moment.
Arriving at his small cabin, Hunter was quick to notice something was amiss. In order to alert him in case a wild animal made their way into the building, he'd made a small contraption that would make a rope snap if an animal entered. A quick checking of it showed it to be intact, but that was the concerning part. Hunter could hear something, or someone, inside. And if they'd been able to go in without snapping the rope, then they weren't just some raccoon or squirrel wandering it. Grabbing his bow and arrow, Hunter slowly made his way to the front door, making as little noise as he possibly could as he opened the front door. The cabin itself was barely three rooms; the living room, which also doubled as the kitchen, his bedroom, and a bathroom. The latter two rooms were barely big enough to hold a bed and a shower, so the biggest space was the living room. And there wasn't much hiding space in there either.
"Put your hands up in the air if you don't want me to shoot your eye out!" he called out in threat to the intruder of his home, wary of being jumped.
The arrow flew through the air, making it whistle around it as the sharp projectile spun on itself. With a loud chlk!, the arrow stuck to the deer's neck. The death was instant and, Hunter hoped, painless. The other animals around scattered in fear of being struck down as well, leaving the limp body of the deer by itself as the white fox rose from his hiding spot and picked up his game for the day. It was as heavy as an adult deer would be, though the fact that it was female meant it would be an easy haul for him. "Should be good for a few days' meals," the hunting Alpha uttered to himself as he lifted the deer over his shoulder and turned around, leaving the small oasis in favor of his own home.
It was deep in the woods, hidden from the prying eyes of society and in a place even his own pack would never find him in. Not that they would ever care to search for him, after having exiled him for his challenging of the pack leader. After blinding him in one eye, the Alpha had been kicked out of the pack with no chance for redemption, leaving him to survive on his own. It'd been three years since then and he'd been doing fine so far; in fact, he enjoyed leaving by himself more than he'd ever liked travelling in pack. It was only an inconvenience when his rut periods came. With no one in sight to help him with those needs, he'd suffer through various days of insatiable lust, sometimes causing him physical pain to not have an outlet for his desires. It wasn't anything he couldn't deal with, however, and Hunter had even come up with ways to minimize the problem. One of them was stockpiling food so he didn't have to go out for days whenever he got into a rut, just like he was doing at the moment.
Arriving at his small cabin, Hunter was quick to notice something was amiss. In order to alert him in case a wild animal made their way into the building, he'd made a small contraption that would make a rope snap if an animal entered. A quick checking of it showed it to be intact, but that was the concerning part. Hunter could hear something, or someone, inside. And if they'd been able to go in without snapping the rope, then they weren't just some raccoon or squirrel wandering it. Grabbing his bow and arrow, Hunter slowly made his way to the front door, making as little noise as he possibly could as he opened the front door. The cabin itself was barely three rooms; the living room, which also doubled as the kitchen, his bedroom, and a bathroom. The latter two rooms were barely big enough to hold a bed and a shower, so the biggest space was the living room. And there wasn't much hiding space in there either.
"Put your hands up in the air if you don't want me to shoot your eye out!" he called out in threat to the intruder of his home, wary of being jumped.