You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Sept 30, 2014 23:42:15 GMT
Pressing her hands flat into the moist ground, she crouched, watching as the doe bathed in the crescent moon light, feeding on the dying grass as her feet. Angela stayed down wind, keeping her scent hidden. She wanted to run, to chase. Enjoy the hunt and bask in the glory of victory.
Digging her shoes into the ground, Angela felt her fangs slid down, that familiar sting of pain and the taste of her own blood set her beast on fire. The moonlight gave her enough light to maneuver the grounds. She wore clothing she could run in, move in. They clung to her body like a second skin. Her hair was pulled back in a knot at the nap of her neck. She was ready for the hunt.
Angela rose slowly, continuing to watch the doe. The doe lifted her head sharply, the white in her hair catching the moonlight. She held her stance, as if she could disappear if she kept perfectly still. Angela moved quickly, running swiftly as the doe took to the run. The young kindred kept up with the wild, running and jumping over the obstacle course that nature created and molded. She never let it trip her up, never letting the fallen trees and trenches of mud prevent her from gaining distance on the doe.
She was casing the wild and leading her right were she wanted; a thick of downed trees created the perfect trap and as the doe crossed the large bolder that marked the entrance, Angela leaped from the bolder and cleared the distance. The doe was confused, as she tried to leap over the thick trunks of fallen trees and twisted branches. Her thin little ankles catching on natures tangled web. Angela used the halted movement of the doe to her advantage and slammed into the wild, taking her to the ground. The animal kicked and fought, but the strength of the kindred out matched the doe. Angela straddle the animal and griping the bottom of the doe's neck. She locked eyes with her and the deer still as she whispered quietly. The deer relaxed and Angela fed, fangs sinking past hair and into muscle, the blood rushing over her lips in a hot red gush. She took only what she needed, only what would help her heal and fight the battle to come. Once she had satisfied herself, she smoothed the deer, untangling the animal from the branches and let her run free.
As the deer cleared the entrapment, she stopped, and turned, her long neck craning to peer back at Angela. The kindred rose, her beast having reseeded. The moonlight bathed them both and after the deer had made her respectable stance, she ran off, disappearing into the thick forest, the fog rising as the temperature finally started to drop.
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