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Hunting the Prey (Zomgirl and Lord_Red)

ZomGirl

Dust
Joined
Aug 25, 2015
Sabine knelled to the forest floor, examining another track. For the past week, she has been looking to kill a werewolf. These creatures equaled a pretty penny at the market. Not only were they a menace to society, but their fur was highly prized and many used it for household decorations and clothing. At first, she told herself that she would become a were hunter in order to protect her friends and family. Now, though she still thinks that way when she questions herself, she admits the money is nothing to sneeze at. In her town, Sabine is one of the top hunters, killing almost a dozen werewolves in the last three years of her becoming a hunter.

She could sense that number thirteen was would be the prize pig that earns her the tittle of top hunter. As she compared the track size against her hand she felt a chill run down her spin. This were that she was tracking at the moment had to be massive in it's transformed state. She guessed on all fours he had to be her height. She wouldn't even bother to estimate how tall he would be standing.

Sabine straightened up, pulling a stray piece of hair out of her face. The tracks appeared to her to be hours old, although given the number, she figured he walked this area a number of different times. She pulled her rifle off of her back and held it, ready to aim. Sabine did not want to be caught unprepared around this creature.
 
Renardine wove his way through the trees, his footsteps near-silent on the leaf covered ground. He knew he was being followed-though by the same token, he did not know everything that followed him. He pauses for just a moment, nose raised to the air, and sniffs.

With a start, he sets off towards the east, away from the scents of mankind.
 
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