It was a mostly silent walk save for Salvatore’s own personal chatter and discussions with…well, honestly himself. Not surprising but a little distracting especially when he heard Zahlee’s sudden speech. Following the others lead he made himself stop and crouch down comfortably, looking nothing at all like a hunter and more like someone who was watching from the sides. And he was mostly. Occasionally looking from the tracks to the…deer? Whatever it was and then back again, to him the still looked like little rock impressions.
It was not surprising when he fell on his rear as another hunter joined them, this one being equipped much better after all who goes hunting with three arrows? “Maybe it’s a good amount.” Now is not the time to focus on that, focus on how we’re about to be torn limb from limb.
Salvatore watched the fear in the others face, obviously in fight or flight and leaning on the latter, Salvatore himself could feel his body responding much the same. Jumping up and tensing for the inevitable death. His mind was strangely slow though, worrying more about how deep the gashes were in the large cats prey. “We are going to be prey.”
He heard the near whisper of the other and nearly disobeyed the command but the cats keen interest on them had him nodding, “Right then, running it is.”
Turning on his heel he made to flee and promptly smashed his face into a tree and rolling to the side, feeling the heady rush of air and brush of fur as the ridiculous sized cat soared over him, missing him because of his own failing.
“We can’t actually outrun this.” We’re going to die. Standing shakily he set off at a brisk trot, ignoring the stinging sensation in his face, “Yes, we already covered that we’re going to be eaten, care to give any more helpful hints?!”
There’s another tree, and this argument is getting me nowhere.
Realizing it had been a little while since his last run in with anything this big or that wanted him for a snack he tried to speed up, his mind already accepting his death while his body warred with instinctual self-preservation. But already he could feel the heat in his lungs, the strain in his muscles and the stubborn thudding of their pursuer. Still he tried to push his body, using what little endurance he had to try and sprint as far out of reach as possible, wondering if they were even headed towards the city.
Salvatore didn’t fight the next event though, the moment the weight collided with his side it was as if what was left of his energy drained. He felt the bite of claws and thick warmth on his side, “Big cat.” Didn’t even notice, was too busy running, I should probably start fighting now. Trying to one last ditch effort he thrust his hand forward and aimed for the animals eyes. It made contact though not without repercussions, the mighty paw swatting and no doubt tearing his side more as it batted him away.
“Well that hurt.”
It was not surprising when he fell on his rear as another hunter joined them, this one being equipped much better after all who goes hunting with three arrows? “Maybe it’s a good amount.” Now is not the time to focus on that, focus on how we’re about to be torn limb from limb.
Salvatore watched the fear in the others face, obviously in fight or flight and leaning on the latter, Salvatore himself could feel his body responding much the same. Jumping up and tensing for the inevitable death. His mind was strangely slow though, worrying more about how deep the gashes were in the large cats prey. “We are going to be prey.”
He heard the near whisper of the other and nearly disobeyed the command but the cats keen interest on them had him nodding, “Right then, running it is.”
Turning on his heel he made to flee and promptly smashed his face into a tree and rolling to the side, feeling the heady rush of air and brush of fur as the ridiculous sized cat soared over him, missing him because of his own failing.
“We can’t actually outrun this.” We’re going to die. Standing shakily he set off at a brisk trot, ignoring the stinging sensation in his face, “Yes, we already covered that we’re going to be eaten, care to give any more helpful hints?!”
There’s another tree, and this argument is getting me nowhere.
Realizing it had been a little while since his last run in with anything this big or that wanted him for a snack he tried to speed up, his mind already accepting his death while his body warred with instinctual self-preservation. But already he could feel the heat in his lungs, the strain in his muscles and the stubborn thudding of their pursuer. Still he tried to push his body, using what little endurance he had to try and sprint as far out of reach as possible, wondering if they were even headed towards the city.
Salvatore didn’t fight the next event though, the moment the weight collided with his side it was as if what was left of his energy drained. He felt the bite of claws and thick warmth on his side, “Big cat.” Didn’t even notice, was too busy running, I should probably start fighting now. Trying to one last ditch effort he thrust his hand forward and aimed for the animals eyes. It made contact though not without repercussions, the mighty paw swatting and no doubt tearing his side more as it batted him away.
“Well that hurt.”
