skill: hunter

She stops, again. Yaalk'ali pauses, yet his eyes remain forward, nose lifted to the air. She is a tiny little thing. It wouldn't take much to overpower her with how frustrated she had made him. Yet for now she had managed to set his attention to something that was always at the forefront of his mind with his kind - the herd.

Yaalk'ali would leave, further from the red veil of wisteria and deeper into the sweet apple orchards. Into the woods, his sights took to a doe and her calf. Whitetail. Not his typical, but a new world and desperate times.

[it is terrifying to know she is in the thrall of a predator. kaede inches after the hunter, though she wants so much to turn and to run, to find clover, to race away. soon. yes. soon. after this. her movements chameleon that of the man. she is a fawn in white robes following through apple-scent dew. he is a feral man. she must be a woman of that same adjective.]

it is terrifying to know she is in the thrall of a predator.

kaede inches after the hunter, though she wants so much to turn and to run, to find clover, to race away.

soon. yes. soon. after this.

her movements chameleon that of the man. she is a fawn in white robes following through apple-scent dew.

he is a feral man. she must be a woman of that same adjective.

skill: hunter

It is with an absolute swiftness does Yaalk'ali strike. His aim is not for the doe, but the child rushing after her. Still with a struggle to find the strength and agility in her legs which her mother held. Yaalk'ali was not foolish enough, nor perhaps strong enough to pull down the mother on his own and not without the help of his follower either.

The screams of the child's slipping life would be enough. By the time the mother realized her fawn was no longer directly behind her, the damage had already been done.

With a retreating doe, Yaalk'ali stands over the fawn panting, a river of blood down his chest. His pale eyes searching through the woodland for the woman of silver and gold.

[the death drags on. the death is quick. he catches the fawn. it cries in his grasp, and kaede feels a twinging kinship with its fate. death provides food. the scent of blood engenders hunger. she moves softly closer, eyes a solemn blur of admiration. will he let her eat? the lady tries to remain that: a lady.]

the death drags on.

the death is quick.

he catches the fawn. it cries in his grasp, and kaede feels a twinging kinship with its fate.

death provides food. the scent of blood engenders hunger.

she moves softly closer, eyes a solemn blur of admiration. will he let her eat?

the lady tries to remain that: a lady.

skill: hunter

Yaalk'ali is content with beginning to tear at the kill while he had time. Even in the few times he had traveled alone, he had learned to eat swiftly just in case someone bigger and badder and far slower came to steal your prize for themselves.

When the frail woman arrives, he lingers pale eyes on her for a moment before he backs away, taking a chunk of meat with him as he did so. A grunt given and jut of his muzzle to signal her allowance.

[he takes and moves. kaede cannot keep herself noble. blood stains her chest as if she is a speared hummingbird. small sounds of desperate pleasure grunt in her throat. her belly is filled with warmth and she is ashamed when she lifts a dripping paw to stare numbly at its gore. slowly the primrose eyes flick to the hunter-kitsune. she waits.]

he takes and moves.

kaede cannot keep herself noble.

blood stains her chest as if she is a speared hummingbird. small sounds of desperate pleasure grunt in her throat.

her belly is filled with warmth and she is ashamed when she lifts a dripping paw to stare numbly at its gore.

slowly the primrose eyes flick to the hunter-kitsune. she waits.

Yaalk'ali fills both his hungers as he not only eats, but watches the little woman savagely engorge herself from starvation. Blood staining the river of silver down her neck.

A grin takes to his features as he watches, moving only when she lifted her eyes to meet his own once more. He lifts, stalking into her direction with still craving in his eyes. Would she allow him to have her, for all his efforts?

[kaede is tense. kaede looks away. she does not meet his eye. she cannot. but when his breath warms she bows her head; he touches, he will find her pliable. yielding. a repayment for the scarlet which stains her fur.]

kaede is tense.

kaede looks away.

she does not meet his eye.

she cannot.

but when his breath warms she bows her head; he touches, he will find her pliable.

yielding.

a repayment for the scarlet which stains her fur.