Eat Your Heart Out

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Cole Skulgrim

Cole ran through the trees of Purity forest, taking in there splendor. It was summer, but this lively forest still retained a slight chill to the air somehow. It amazed him, but it wasn't what he had come to the forest for, so he straightened out his black coat more snugly around his red button down shirt and carried on walking through the woods. Hearing a twig snap a little ways off from his position, he ducked down and slowly made his way closer to the source. It was a male deer, a buck in all its prime. Six point antlers sat atop its head proclaiming that it was a long lived buck.

A glint of repressed energy stilled in his iris, as his eyes took in the muscle and power that the prey possessed. Quietly as he could muster, he started the change. Taking his time with its complexity as the bones snapped free and reformed at his will to assume his canine like form. A black wolf stood in his place now, and its eyes contained no distinct respect for the deer. This was food now, not something to be marveled at. Leaping over the mass of bushes that had been hiding his form, he burst out, startling the deer into a frantic run. Soon a few other heads appeared from the bushes nearby, ones he hadn't been intent on noticing. It was a whole heard of deer, the doe were not following the frenzy of the buck. They instead took a slightly diffrent path then cole and his aggressor. Belatedly he wondered if other pack members had taken chase with there intent on the doe. He wasn't the leader of this hunting party, so unless he caught this buck, he was sure to get an earful.

[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=433d2c] Scars are my past, there all that binds me together, my fuel for all the coming Storms.... _____________________ The day was beautiful in Purity Forest. This was a normally tranquil place, that retained an eerie spirit to its feeling. It honestly gave Gethro the chills, knowing that a peaceful place such as this, contained a ghostly feeling. It made it hard to hide his unease in this place, as it was fighting with his hold on the hair lying on his neck, trying to make it stand stark with acknowledgement of his misery. Sadly that wasn't the only thing he had to deal with on this trip. Truthfully enough, he would have weathered the forest one hundred times over if he had been there alone. Gethro honestly disliked the company of most compared to the lack luster of his current feelings. He had been sent out with Cole Skulgrim and several other on a hunt. He hadn't been told who else was in his group of wolves hunting, so for all he knew the alpha female could even be out there, one of the few in the pack he respected. He only knew Cole was with him, because he had spotted the fool creeping through the trees looking for prey in his human form. Surely anything to show off eh cole... Seething with disgust, he wasn't stupid enough to go an put Cole in his place. That was not the objective here, as much as he'd like to smack the fool silly. His own golden wolf was looming in tall grass, his eyes set on cole, but his ears intent on his surroundings. Eventually Cole shifted, but it looked off to Gethro, like Cole was deliberatly forcing his shift to be slow and silent. Scenting the air, and looking about, he noticed the land before him shift, and watched amused slightly as a full grown buck stood tall and strong. This was a good thing for there hunt in general, but a bad thing at the moment, because of a few things. One he hadn't a clue if Cole even knew he was there. Two he had no idea where the rest of the hunters in there group were. Three he didn't know how to reach at the moment because Cole had a predatory gleam in his eye. Gethro wondered if Cole would really move without looking for the doe that traveled with the buck first, too have a chance at catching more then one prize. Apparently he didn't as the fool surged forth and took off after the now sprinting buck. Gethro had but a second to marvel at the grace of the animal moving away with Cole chasing its haunches, before other heads seemed to appear, and he zoned in and began to chase a particularily fat looking doe. To hell with cole, he can see to himself. I will have to tell him a thing or two later thats for sure. This is why I travel alone when I can help it! _____________________ 572words.

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The buck was very fast, and it was leading Cole deeper and deeper into the woods. Absentmindedly he wondered if his senses should be more alert. It was odd that the animal had chosen to flee instead of fight, though he guessed that the buck had only gotten that old by running away from danger throughout its life. In his mind he scoffed at the buck. A cowardly animal at that, and one he would gladly kill.

Cole still had no idea who else occupied the perimeter with him. He did know that had he been seen attacking the prey first that he was going to get a lecture. Speeding up, he was gaining on the large buttox of the beast. Taking a chance he lunged and felt his claws spring forth and latch onto the male deer. Thats when the animal became really irritating. Of course he couldn't blame it really. Who would want to get eatten anyway?

It bucked and threw its legs wildly into the air, fully intent on smacking the daylights out of him. Cole tried his best to hang on and tire the animal out by using his own strength and size against the deer.Turning in a wide arc the deer made an unexpected move and gave itself a good veiw of cole. Throwing its head to the side, he tried to rake him with his antlers. His eyes went wide, and he let go from shock, also to escape being impailed by those sharp horns. The deer rounded on him and looked really pissed off. Squaring off his body towards the deer he prepared himself for a fight. This was not how he had pcitured the hunt going.

[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=433d2c] Scars are my past, there all that binds me together, my fuel for all the coming Storms.... _____________________ Gethro was still cursing under his breath as heraced after one of the doe from the herd. He would have to hope that Cole was skilled enough to catch the buck on his own. Buck were dangerous, they could pierce flesh and bone with those antlers of theirs easily, and though that one seemed content at just avoiding a fight,he knew that most were unpredictable and could turn at a moments hesitation. Personally he liked that about them, the challenge they brought out in a hunt. Here he was chasing a doe, with the only thing he would have to worry about is its hind legs cracking him, or it out running him. Since there had been so many doe, he had been careful in his selection of prey before he took the chase, so the animal wasn't quite as fast as he was. Though he still remained alert,anything could happen in an instant. Bolting hard against the forrest floor, his paws trumpted in his haste to capture and end the life of his target. Being larger then the doe, the fight would be over once he sank his teeth in. It didn't give in quite so eaily though. Soon it was winding and darting around every obstacle imaginable. Gethro had to leap and duck every few strides less he loose his footing and crumple to the ground. If that were to happen the doe would likely escape, and he would be left without a prize himself. Focused with new resolve, he dodged through the trees and wound around the tight turns, his golden coat flowing in the breeze created by his movements as he manuvered around. Cole was forgotten, his surroundings became a blur, all that remained was the form of the doe, all else faded to the background. _____________________ 572words.

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What most likely was a gambled race at the start, had suddeny taken a turn in a very unexpected direction. Once the one chasing the prey, it had now rounded on him, its black beady eyes furious and holding only his figure in its gaze. He normally would have the pack at his heels helping him to bring it down to lower the chances of injury while hunting. He however was alone, and it was his own fault.

Quite literally faced with the consequences, he braced himself to leap as the buck reared on its hind legs, just slightly lifting his front legs off the ground before it charged head lowered, intent on stabbing him with its antlers. Though he was trained in combat, he had never faced another before outside of his pack, certainatly not something like the buck, with its fierce weapon of pointed bone directed towards his chest. Caught off guard, he froze. Staring into its eyes, he thought he understood the fury of the deer. It un-nerved him in a way, if only briefly. Shaking his head from his daze, he rolled to his left to avoid just in time. The buck charged on by, before turning in a wide arc, and digging its hooves into the ground hard to pick up speed as he charged again.

Cole swore the pounding of the hooves was shaking the very earth at his paws. His heart beat in tune to the thumping of the buck. It came at him again, this time swinging its head in the air as Cole rolled away. One of the points hit home, and struck his right side leaving a small gash. Thankfully it hadn't gotten the chance to go any deeper as he had moved fast enough to avoid a painful death. Panting a little from the preasure, the feel of the striff, more then his actual body crumbling in strength. In truth , he was not worn out much, the adreneline was starting to kick back in again. It had previously diminished after his brief lapse while staring into the eyes of his foe. This prey was not going down easy.

[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=433d2c] Scars are my past, there all that binds me together, my fuel for all the coming Storms.... _____________________ The doe wove around through a thicket, causing Gethro to pause and watch its path. If it had been a smarter animal it would have remained in the thicket where he wouldn't be able to get her. However it walked out silently on the other side thinking to confuse Gethro, and get back to its herd. Gethro had refused to be fooled and had taken refuge up in a tree over looking the thicket. When the doe moved, so did he, jumping down and landing near it. It was too far for his leap to help him reach a killing blow. The chase continued as the doe realizing that its "trick" had not worked at all, took off in a stampede like run. He followed, and noted that he was now off in a direction parallel to the one he had first chased the doe in. Only this time it slightly wound away. They broke into a clearing, and he lept at its hind quarters bringing it down. Once on the ground he wasted no time in dispatchign his prey. The doe lay still , and he glanced around to see a rather large buck, and Cole a few feet away from him. The buck looked rather mad, and he wondered what sort of thing he had just walked into. He had a mind to start barking at Cole about how to properly kill a buck, but decided that their was a time and place for that and it was not here nor while the buck stll drew breath. _____________________ 300words.

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