The Deer Hunters (Celestia, Mac)

by **Jeremiah Maccabee** on September 8th, 2012, 5:47 pm

The wolf ran the deer down quickly and proficiently, taking it from behind and dragging it to the ground, then clamping deadly jaws around its neck. The second deer surprised Mac. Instead of running away as he expected, it turned and ran toward its fallen comrade. Ah ha, Mac thought. Two deer for the price of one. He nocked an arrow in his bow, drew it back and sighted. The deer was in range but was a moving from his right to his left. This was something Mac didn't have much experience with. He led the target a bit and released, hoping to catch it in the neck or shoulder. The arrow glanced off its rear end. The animal performed some kind of acrobatic trick that looked like a ninety degree turn in mid-air. Then it was running away from both Mac and the wolf. Mac nocked a second arrow, but by then the deer had disappeared into the trees.

He jogged across the glade to where Celestia was giving her prey a final shake, throwing a fine mist of blood around. Once again he was struck by the fact that this lovely young woman was also a finely-tuned killing machine, an apex predator sitting somewhere near the top of the food chain.

“Nice take-down,” he said. He hopped across the stream, tossed his backpack on the ground and sat down on the cool grass, waiting to see what the wolf woman would do with her kill.

by **Celestia** on September 20th, 2012, 5:00 am

Celestia was just finishing off her prey when Mac came over, a compliment being the first thing he said as he walked past her on his way across the stream. For sometime he just sat there, waiting. Most likely waiting to see what she would do next. Celestia's instincts told her to just start shredding the flesh of the deer, but the reasoning part of her told her to drag it over to Mac so they could share it. She would probably eat the deer in her true form, to save energy, unless Mac specifically asked her to shift back into human form. It didn't really bother her either way.

She was a little disappointed at the fact that the second deer got away, but what can you expect when its a moving target? Those things aren't always easy to hit. Hence why she normally hunted in her true form, it made things way easier. It was a good thing they caught one of the two deers, it gave them a meal and that was good enough for now.

Celestia went with her initial plan, which was to drag the deer carcass over to Mac so they could both share the meat. It took a lot of her muscles, and a lot of effort, for her to pull the heavy weighted animal over the stream. In about minutes she had the dead animal corpse lying a couple inches away from Mac. She gestured with her head for him to take some of the meat. While he did that, she sat down and waited for her chance to scarf down the still bloody furred animal. The blood was intoxicating her nostrils, and it was hard for her to hold back her instinct of tearing to shreds the carcass.

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by **Jeremiah Maccabee** on September 22nd, 2012, 5:29 pm

“I suppose you prefer your meat raw,” Mac said. “Personally I prefer mine well done. So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to cut it open and remove its innards. I'll cut some of the meat from its belly for you. Then I'm going to carry the carcass back to my campsite where I can skin it and butcher it. Then I'm going to cook myself a nice venison stake. I'll cook one up for you too if you want. Or you can just finish the rest of the poor beast off raw.”

He pulled the body of the deer next to the stream and unsheathed his hunting knife. Starting just below the animal's rib cage he sliced it's belly open down to its sternum in a single, violent cut. He grabbed the skin on either side of the cut and tore it open. The animal's intestines poured out on to the ground. Working quickly, he reached in with his hands and pulled out as much of its innards as he could get. Then he dragged it into the stream and let the water run through the gash until it was no longer washing out blood and guts. He sawed away at one of the flanks until he had a good-sized piece of meat, which he tossed over to the salivating wolf.

“Enjoy,” he said. “My camp's over that way.” he pointed to the southwest. “A couple miles I guess. You're welcome to join me if you want.” He picked the deer up and in a single, smooth movement heaved it over his shoulders, front legs dangling from one shoulder and back legs dangling from the other. Then he headed off toward his camp at a slow but steady pace.

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