55th of Summer, 511 AV
A silvery glow lit the clearing he rested in, shining with a metallic glare off of his black fur. He had taken the time to remove his clothes, and change back to normal before he had fallen to sleep, and he was glad he did for he felt almost too comfortable to move in these sleepy moments of being half way between sleep and awake. Slowly he rose to his feet, padding out to the edge of the clearing and looking into the woods. He blinked slowly, and pawed at the ground, scratching a small hole in the dirt before walking off deeper into the woods. His hunger ate at him now, his sleep being almost too good and now prompted him to hunt and use the vision he had been born with.
It was a quiet night though, no breezes blowing between the shady edges of the trees or much movement of anything else besides a few lesser animals that would be hardly satisfying. All was not lost though as he noticed a soft impression of hooves on the soft earth, another group of them following the main ones just off to the side, alluding to deer moving around nearby. Running a thick pink tongue over his fangs, he stalked forward slower now, careful of where he placed his feet though they still caused a cracking of twigs more often than not. Finally he settled on resting underneath a large berry bush, holding fruits he did not care to try right now but surely would if no prey came his way.
For more than two bells he sat still, his head resting on his paws as he used all of his senses to try and reach out to the area around him, to see if anything approached. There was a soft foot fall to his left, a grouping of them from the close paced sound, and heading to cut diagonally across from where he hid. He crawled on his belly slowly, his front pulling, while his back paws pushed him along, and kept his head low, not wanting the deer to see him so soon. The steps where closer now, it seemed they hadn't hear his crawling and where still on the same path. It was good news indeed for he didn't want to return back to camp still hungry, and have to toss around for sleep.
Abruptly their motion stopped, perhaps they saw something that frightened them, or more likely they smelled him. Of course they certainly where close enough to smell him, but so to where they close enough for him to get his kill, and that was to be their mistake. It was only a moment of silence before they awkwardly shuffled backwards to get away from the unknown predator, and by that time Nex had already gotten his feet underneath him, springing off through a thick bush, his golden eyes now set on taking down a young deer before him. The animal was still trying to turn around, the bumping into its companions not really helping it do this, and springing the distance between them, his mouth opening and wrapping around the doe's slender neck, as his momentum caught up and jerked its head down to the ground to stun it. Instinctually he bit down hard, his teeth severing muscles tendons and ripped his head away tearing a chunk out of the deer’s neck. He glanced about briefly, watching the other deer retreat into the darkness as the one he had brought down thrashed before him, lifeblood soaking the ground. Slowly, he backed up away from the jerking animal, letting it go through its death throes to avoid harm before eating, his eyes patiently watching the deer. Finally it kept still, and crawling forwards, he began to feast on his acquisition. The joys of hunting.
A silvery glow lit the clearing he rested in, shining with a metallic glare off of his black fur. He had taken the time to remove his clothes, and change back to normal before he had fallen to sleep, and he was glad he did for he felt almost too comfortable to move in these sleepy moments of being half way between sleep and awake. Slowly he rose to his feet, padding out to the edge of the clearing and looking into the woods. He blinked slowly, and pawed at the ground, scratching a small hole in the dirt before walking off deeper into the woods. His hunger ate at him now, his sleep being almost too good and now prompted him to hunt and use the vision he had been born with.
It was a quiet night though, no breezes blowing between the shady edges of the trees or much movement of anything else besides a few lesser animals that would be hardly satisfying. All was not lost though as he noticed a soft impression of hooves on the soft earth, another group of them following the main ones just off to the side, alluding to deer moving around nearby. Running a thick pink tongue over his fangs, he stalked forward slower now, careful of where he placed his feet though they still caused a cracking of twigs more often than not. Finally he settled on resting underneath a large berry bush, holding fruits he did not care to try right now but surely would if no prey came his way.
For more than two bells he sat still, his head resting on his paws as he used all of his senses to try and reach out to the area around him, to see if anything approached. There was a soft foot fall to his left, a grouping of them from the close paced sound, and heading to cut diagonally across from where he hid. He crawled on his belly slowly, his front pulling, while his back paws pushed him along, and kept his head low, not wanting the deer to see him so soon. The steps where closer now, it seemed they hadn't hear his crawling and where still on the same path. It was good news indeed for he didn't want to return back to camp still hungry, and have to toss around for sleep.
Abruptly their motion stopped, perhaps they saw something that frightened them, or more likely they smelled him. Of course they certainly where close enough to smell him, but so to where they close enough for him to get his kill, and that was to be their mistake. It was only a moment of silence before they awkwardly shuffled backwards to get away from the unknown predator, and by that time Nex had already gotten his feet underneath him, springing off through a thick bush, his golden eyes now set on taking down a young deer before him. The animal was still trying to turn around, the bumping into its companions not really helping it do this, and springing the distance between them, his mouth opening and wrapping around the doe's slender neck, as his momentum caught up and jerked its head down to the ground to stun it. Instinctually he bit down hard, his teeth severing muscles tendons and ripped his head away tearing a chunk out of the deer’s neck. He glanced about briefly, watching the other deer retreat into the darkness as the one he had brought down thrashed before him, lifeblood soaking the ground. Slowly, he backed up away from the jerking animal, letting it go through its death throes to avoid harm before eating, his eyes patiently watching the deer. Finally it kept still, and crawling forwards, he began to feast on his acquisition. The joys of hunting.
