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 Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 6:39 pm
 Feral Storm woke up to the sun shining in his face. Turning his body away from the morning light, he grumbled over his usual haunt being crowded the previous night. He couldn't understand what possesed them to travel out so far towards the more dangerous area of the swamp. They sure weren't looking to get stronger, they were making too much of a rucus for that. Storm soon let the thought go as his stomach began to growl. Hunger. The only thing that let him put his warrior skills to work. He got up and trudged around, searching for prey that might put up a fight. After some time, he made his way to a path where a boar had come to graze. Making himself unseen, Storm waited for the small beast to get closer, but as it did, he could see something else nearby, watching. This boar was his, and he wasn't about to let someone else take it. Feral Storm crept behind the tree line until the other kin could see him and bared his teeth.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 5:38 pm
It had been a long night for Bleed. A light rain had fallen some time during the night, and she had spent long hours beneath the shelter of a tree, watching and waiting. She had followed a boar here- a boar that had ducked into its burrow just before the gentle drizzle had begun. She closed her eyes now and then, letting her body rest while she kept on her feet.
Finally, gentle rays of sunlight filtered through the branches, and their warmth send a surge of energy through her. She shook off, quickly drying as the smell of fresh rain and pines clung to her coat. Her moves were patient, practiced, as she stalked the boar through the opposite tree line. A flash of blue had her pause, catching her snarl and his determined gaze.
Her gaze hardened in return, giving a warning snort to the other hunter- this was her prey. With a flash of movement, Bleed was just a blur of white as she burst from the trees, knocking into the boars hind legs and toppling it. As she regained her footing in the dirt, the chase was on, leaving the rival hunter behind to catch up.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 6:53 pm
He watched the white and red doe stare back at him before she dashed off to claim the boar's life. Refusing to lose to this 'strike too early' doe, Storm ran after them both from his side of the trees. When she knocked down the beast and caused herself to fall, he, instead of jumping into the path after the boar, continued down behind the tree line, knowing that it would be easier to get ahead and cut the animal off once it retuned to its feet.
Unfortunately for him, his path had a dead-end coming up in the form of a large tree. Storm quickly slipped through an opening between the trees, though not quick enough it would seem. Once in the path, he found himself right on the boar's tail, and beside his opposition.0- Menma -0 I just realized, we never discussed who would win. Storm, Cardinal, or do they begrudgingly work together?
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 4:54 pm
Bleed didn't even pause, her eyes trained on her prey and nothing else. Her tunnel vision didn't allow her to focus too well, and in her intense focus she didn't notice the depth of the water under her hooves. She'd gone through a few shallow puddles- but all of a sudden her hoofs were falling from under her and there was no ground. She'd fallen into a deep patch of water, the boar skidding to avoid one and knowing against a tree, dazed and confused.
Bleed surfaced, gasping and moving to shore, coughing and completely soaked, trying to catch her breath. How humiliating.
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 1:14 pm
The two were neck and neck and Feral Storm was just about dig his hooves into the muck and moss covered ground in an attempt to pick up speed when he caught a glimpse of something going on near his flank. Still running, he turned his head for a moment to see that his opponent had been grounded.
Apparently one of the puddles was deeper than assumed at first glance. Too bad for her, because now he was left in the lead.
Turning around, he saw the boar not too far off. Yes! it was his! Feral Storm kept on the boar's tail and prepared to strike. The huntress had encountered misfortune and it had cost her a meal.
Storm lunged and caught the beast's side in his maw. Now he sat enjoying his breakfast.0- Menma -0 I hope you don't mind that I changed it. when I reread it, it didn't seem to fit this early in his character arc. they can still share the meal and have a strange conversation though.
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