Day 45th of Winter, 213 A.V.
It had started out just as any normal, dull day. Reven had awoke to the cold, early morning air, washed up, and trekked outside with bow in hand toward her hunting spot. The weather was fairly descent with deep blue, crystal clear skies and the temperature not as cold as the previous day. Meaning she wouldn't have to shift to keep herself warm while she hunted. Going about her routine as normal; Reven would wait, watch, follow, listen, then wait. It was a pattern she'd grown use to especially hunting so close to the Fringe Forest where others were out and about. She didn't expect to catch much today. Winter was a hard season to live through and that, she knew all too well.
When the sun rose and mid-morning approached, Reven hunkered down next to a large, barren tree to refresh herself from the day's adventures. As the days went by, the Kelvic was slowly becoming more in tune with aiming her bow that nearly a quarter of her catches were shot in the skull. She had been practicing relentlessly to aim better and pull quicker which was certainly showing through her daily hunting. She was proud to see hard work paying off and smiled cheerfully at the thought of it.
Pressed up to the base of the tree, Reven retrieved the leather water skin from her pack and gulped down the liquid inside. Pulling the container from her lips, she breathed out, relaxing slightly to the sounds of nature around her. The Kelvic enjoyed her time alone when she could be in the woods by herself without the distractions of kids, people, and responsibilities. She also hated it because of the invisible target board on her back every time she wandered into the area. Reven was use to the dangers, growing up around them had made her accustom to the risk of death, but that didn't stop her from the terror it caused. Frankly, she was afraid to die.
Only would she ever express these feelings to her bondmate if she was ever able to find one, but even then the young Kelvic wondered if they would ever know her deepest fears. How close could a bond be and what would it do to her? Reven assumed it was pleasant especially with the examples other bonded Kelvics presented to her when she had the opportunity to meet them. It made her jealous to the very core and question her existence in life. Was she good enough to be with anyone? Was she competent enough to impress and please someone? Her introverted personality didn't help her situation but what could she do? Every time she tried to be friendly, it was awkward and when she's awkward, she's embarrassed. When that happens, she's bustling with frustration that can only be resolved by pounding her paws into the soil for a run.
Was she ever going to amount to anything?
Reven pushed a dirty palm to her forehead, shaking away the thoughts as best she could. It would be better not to think about them. It would be better to hunt... The thoughts were endless however, and repeated in her mind like a sickening tune that would never stop. Lazily, Reven lifted her eyes to stare forward into the forest, briefly lost in her train of thought. The forest beyond her was dark, menacing, with a sense of death that was nearly palpable. Was this really a place she took comfort in?
Through the barren branches, sunlight ripped the shadows apart, giving way to a path of golden rays that fell upon the back of a deer. It stood with its head bent, grazing quietly in the warm sunlight. Reven watched it, transfixed, as the light seemed to bath the deer in a gentle yellow glow. It's fur reflected softly, drenched in droplets of golden-silver and white haze.
"How beautiful..." She muttered, watching the deer.
It was at that moment she realized her prey was standing so openly before her and to say she wanted to smack herself at that very moment was an understatement. How could she not see the deer?! The deer! Reven berated herself not only for day dreaming at a time like this but for also speaking out. The deer had noticed her then because both of its ears were perked up in her direction, looking as if it was about to run. With one hand, Reven slowly reached for her bow, the other moving to slide an arrow from its quiver. It was too late and before she had time to nock the arrow and fire, the deer was already sprinting off.
"Shyke!" She spat, scrambling up to chase after the deer.
Reven was trying to run and aim while keeping coordination with her feet and where she placed them. Stumbling, the Kelvic halted as she watched the deer bolting down a straight path, exactly what she needed to bring it down. Nocking an arrow, Reven pulled the string back and steadied herself, holding her body firm while exhaling to keep aim. The tip of her arrow barring right as the wind was pushing against it from that angle, Reven aimed for the back of its skull. It was getting further away and she only had a few feet left before shooting it would be no good and quickly, she released the arrow, watching it whiz toward the deer.
Hazel eyes stared, adrenaline pumping through her body as it flew closer and closer to its target.
Suddenly, out of no where, a mixture of brown and white fur hurled from the right side of the tree line, taking out the deer and pushing it to the left, out of view. Reven stomped her foot, anger pulsing through her.
'That's mine!' Came her growled response, thoughts exploding with rage.
Reven knew exactly what had happened and began stripping off her closes as she ran to the spot the deer disappeared from. Naked now, she closed her eyes and pictured in her mind the form she wanted to take, her form, and saw herself on all four paws in the middle of glorious light. When Reven opened her eyelids, she was standing on padded paws with a warm coat of fur covering her up.
Bursting through the brush, Reven watched as a wolf fought with the deer. Its muzzle was dug into the side of the deer's neck, sharp teeth puncturing and pulling, trying to rip open the buck's throat. The Kelvic felt herself holler with rage, sending out a snarl to cease the wolf's movements. With sudden fright, the hungry animal growled and stumbled back, head down and butt up, its fur was standing as high as Reven's. The wolf was afraid but appear to stand its ground against her, setting claim to the deer. She would not have that...
Inching forward, a low growl echoed from her throat as Reven made a show of herself. She dug her claws into the soil, pulling it up while she moved, attempting to circle the wolf. Oddly enough, it mirrored her movements in the same fashion but did not portray the same intimidation or fearlessness her stance radiated with. And before it could process its next course of action, Reven was on top of the animal, biting at its throat, wanting to rip it open with her teeth. The wolf screeched horrible sounds, wrestling underneath her as it tried to scramble away. It bit and yelped and screeched, clawing at her to try and bleed her as well. Unfortunately, it succeeded but only mildly, with a scratch to her arm.
Reven released the creature, hoping that was enough to scare it away from her prize. Luck was on her side today because the first opportunity it got, the wolf ran with its tail tucked back into the brush and out of sight. The Kelvic waited for its return but after another minute of silence, she decided it was gone for good. Turning back to the deer, she cursed when she didn't see it laying on the ground like she expecting.
Inwardly sighing, the cougar dropped her head down, disappointment flowing through her like an icy tidal wave. How could she forget about the deer? Without much effort, Reven caressed the dead grass and snow with her naked thighs, shifting back into her human form and pounded her fist into the ground as if that would bring the animal back. She had waited all day for an opportunity at game and let it slip between her fingers because of some wild mutt!
Rustling of a bush nearby roused her attention to look straight ahead. There, in the shadows, she caught the form of something stalking away and tilted her head to inspect the image further. The scent of blood was still present in the air but it also waft against the wind up ahead, sending the iron smell up her nose and almost instantly she knew that was the deer.
Almost falling on her face trying to hurry back to her pack, Reven quickly grabbed the hunting knife she possessed and sprinted back to the clearing. Following the scent of blood, Reven was upon the deer in an instant and without thinking, threw her body against it. It fell, kicking and screaming much like the wolf but Reven wouldn't have it. Without another word, she released the blade from its sheath and smashed it into the buck's skull, through its eye. It continued to thrash but she only pulled back and struck it again, making sure it was absolutely dead before ceasing her strikes.
Reven was gasping, eyes wide and looking upon the animal as if it was one of her worst nightmares. Pausing for a moment to catch her breath, Reven leaned up against the deer, finding warmth from the body heat slowly fading from its corpse. She had caught a deer...
She caught a very heavy, very nice deer!
Sure its fur was a little ripped up and bloodied, and yes, it did have brain particles oozing from its eye socket, but it was dead and it was her's!
Head bent into the deer's stomach, a chuckle sprung past her lips before full blown laughed followed. Someone was certainly watching out for her today.
It had started out just as any normal, dull day. Reven had awoke to the cold, early morning air, washed up, and trekked outside with bow in hand toward her hunting spot. The weather was fairly descent with deep blue, crystal clear skies and the temperature not as cold as the previous day. Meaning she wouldn't have to shift to keep herself warm while she hunted. Going about her routine as normal; Reven would wait, watch, follow, listen, then wait. It was a pattern she'd grown use to especially hunting so close to the Fringe Forest where others were out and about. She didn't expect to catch much today. Winter was a hard season to live through and that, she knew all too well.
When the sun rose and mid-morning approached, Reven hunkered down next to a large, barren tree to refresh herself from the day's adventures. As the days went by, the Kelvic was slowly becoming more in tune with aiming her bow that nearly a quarter of her catches were shot in the skull. She had been practicing relentlessly to aim better and pull quicker which was certainly showing through her daily hunting. She was proud to see hard work paying off and smiled cheerfully at the thought of it.
Pressed up to the base of the tree, Reven retrieved the leather water skin from her pack and gulped down the liquid inside. Pulling the container from her lips, she breathed out, relaxing slightly to the sounds of nature around her. The Kelvic enjoyed her time alone when she could be in the woods by herself without the distractions of kids, people, and responsibilities. She also hated it because of the invisible target board on her back every time she wandered into the area. Reven was use to the dangers, growing up around them had made her accustom to the risk of death, but that didn't stop her from the terror it caused. Frankly, she was afraid to die.
Only would she ever express these feelings to her bondmate if she was ever able to find one, but even then the young Kelvic wondered if they would ever know her deepest fears. How close could a bond be and what would it do to her? Reven assumed it was pleasant especially with the examples other bonded Kelvics presented to her when she had the opportunity to meet them. It made her jealous to the very core and question her existence in life. Was she good enough to be with anyone? Was she competent enough to impress and please someone? Her introverted personality didn't help her situation but what could she do? Every time she tried to be friendly, it was awkward and when she's awkward, she's embarrassed. When that happens, she's bustling with frustration that can only be resolved by pounding her paws into the soil for a run.
Was she ever going to amount to anything?
Reven pushed a dirty palm to her forehead, shaking away the thoughts as best she could. It would be better not to think about them. It would be better to hunt... The thoughts were endless however, and repeated in her mind like a sickening tune that would never stop. Lazily, Reven lifted her eyes to stare forward into the forest, briefly lost in her train of thought. The forest beyond her was dark, menacing, with a sense of death that was nearly palpable. Was this really a place she took comfort in?
Through the barren branches, sunlight ripped the shadows apart, giving way to a path of golden rays that fell upon the back of a deer. It stood with its head bent, grazing quietly in the warm sunlight. Reven watched it, transfixed, as the light seemed to bath the deer in a gentle yellow glow. It's fur reflected softly, drenched in droplets of golden-silver and white haze.
"How beautiful..." She muttered, watching the deer.
It was at that moment she realized her prey was standing so openly before her and to say she wanted to smack herself at that very moment was an understatement. How could she not see the deer?! The deer! Reven berated herself not only for day dreaming at a time like this but for also speaking out. The deer had noticed her then because both of its ears were perked up in her direction, looking as if it was about to run. With one hand, Reven slowly reached for her bow, the other moving to slide an arrow from its quiver. It was too late and before she had time to nock the arrow and fire, the deer was already sprinting off.
"Shyke!" She spat, scrambling up to chase after the deer.
Reven was trying to run and aim while keeping coordination with her feet and where she placed them. Stumbling, the Kelvic halted as she watched the deer bolting down a straight path, exactly what she needed to bring it down. Nocking an arrow, Reven pulled the string back and steadied herself, holding her body firm while exhaling to keep aim. The tip of her arrow barring right as the wind was pushing against it from that angle, Reven aimed for the back of its skull. It was getting further away and she only had a few feet left before shooting it would be no good and quickly, she released the arrow, watching it whiz toward the deer.
Hazel eyes stared, adrenaline pumping through her body as it flew closer and closer to its target.
Suddenly, out of no where, a mixture of brown and white fur hurled from the right side of the tree line, taking out the deer and pushing it to the left, out of view. Reven stomped her foot, anger pulsing through her.
'That's mine!' Came her growled response, thoughts exploding with rage.
Reven knew exactly what had happened and began stripping off her closes as she ran to the spot the deer disappeared from. Naked now, she closed her eyes and pictured in her mind the form she wanted to take, her form, and saw herself on all four paws in the middle of glorious light. When Reven opened her eyelids, she was standing on padded paws with a warm coat of fur covering her up.
Bursting through the brush, Reven watched as a wolf fought with the deer. Its muzzle was dug into the side of the deer's neck, sharp teeth puncturing and pulling, trying to rip open the buck's throat. The Kelvic felt herself holler with rage, sending out a snarl to cease the wolf's movements. With sudden fright, the hungry animal growled and stumbled back, head down and butt up, its fur was standing as high as Reven's. The wolf was afraid but appear to stand its ground against her, setting claim to the deer. She would not have that...
Inching forward, a low growl echoed from her throat as Reven made a show of herself. She dug her claws into the soil, pulling it up while she moved, attempting to circle the wolf. Oddly enough, it mirrored her movements in the same fashion but did not portray the same intimidation or fearlessness her stance radiated with. And before it could process its next course of action, Reven was on top of the animal, biting at its throat, wanting to rip it open with her teeth. The wolf screeched horrible sounds, wrestling underneath her as it tried to scramble away. It bit and yelped and screeched, clawing at her to try and bleed her as well. Unfortunately, it succeeded but only mildly, with a scratch to her arm.
Reven released the creature, hoping that was enough to scare it away from her prize. Luck was on her side today because the first opportunity it got, the wolf ran with its tail tucked back into the brush and out of sight. The Kelvic waited for its return but after another minute of silence, she decided it was gone for good. Turning back to the deer, she cursed when she didn't see it laying on the ground like she expecting.
Inwardly sighing, the cougar dropped her head down, disappointment flowing through her like an icy tidal wave. How could she forget about the deer? Without much effort, Reven caressed the dead grass and snow with her naked thighs, shifting back into her human form and pounded her fist into the ground as if that would bring the animal back. She had waited all day for an opportunity at game and let it slip between her fingers because of some wild mutt!
Rustling of a bush nearby roused her attention to look straight ahead. There, in the shadows, she caught the form of something stalking away and tilted her head to inspect the image further. The scent of blood was still present in the air but it also waft against the wind up ahead, sending the iron smell up her nose and almost instantly she knew that was the deer.
Almost falling on her face trying to hurry back to her pack, Reven quickly grabbed the hunting knife she possessed and sprinted back to the clearing. Following the scent of blood, Reven was upon the deer in an instant and without thinking, threw her body against it. It fell, kicking and screaming much like the wolf but Reven wouldn't have it. Without another word, she released the blade from its sheath and smashed it into the buck's skull, through its eye. It continued to thrash but she only pulled back and struck it again, making sure it was absolutely dead before ceasing her strikes.
Reven was gasping, eyes wide and looking upon the animal as if it was one of her worst nightmares. Pausing for a moment to catch her breath, Reven leaned up against the deer, finding warmth from the body heat slowly fading from its corpse. She had caught a deer...
She caught a very heavy, very nice deer!
Sure its fur was a little ripped up and bloodied, and yes, it did have brain particles oozing from its eye socket, but it was dead and it was her's!
Head bent into the deer's stomach, a chuckle sprung past her lips before full blown laughed followed. Someone was certainly watching out for her today.
