✖ thirty-fifth trauma//hunt - Accidental Video ✖

May 27, 2010 09:49

[The phone drops, bouncing in some dead leaves and grass before it shows a tilted view of some trees, and part of a scuffle ( Read more... )

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ACTION LET'S ROCK! notlikethemovie May 27 2010, 20:54:04 UTC
[The buck was whole, unmarked aside from the distinct bite marks along the nasal ridge to suggest that she suffocated it. She didn't have her normal weapons, her spears and knives were gone, leaving her with only her fangs and claws. The scent of the old woods were gone, her home, her clan's home for generations uncounted was gone. Someone had captured her and dragged her away to a strange land where she could smell the death that lingered, hear the voices of lost souls on the faintest breeze.

Too many shadows wandered this place, too many that were unnamed. There was no room for fear in her heart, the young cub who murmured plaintively in her mind had enough for the both of them. At the sound of Sparda's boots she stood, staring down the hall as she waited, ears alert. She could smell the darkness in him, the black taint that painted the inside of her mouth and nose, yet something held it back. Safe, the young cub said. What she saw in this one Aiden could not understand, but still she felt compelled.

When Sparda drew closer, she stepped back, giving the alpha room to assess the kill. Her ears and tail tucked in reverence, she knelt, waiting for him to accept the offering. The leader always took the first cut, the other hunters waited until they were given the blessing of the leader.]

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