[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px;][justify][size=7pt]so after his little debate with himself, he decided to actually catch something big so that the bloodclanners would appreciate having a skulls member here for the exchange. though he didn't know anyone here, he had assumed that catching something big would allow him to get to know others for the sake of creating a better bond with bloodclan. though he knew his sister didn't like this clan. maybe he could convince her later on.
prowling around, the white akita allowed his hazel brown gaze wander, looking for some sort of big game. but he didn't expect to see anything. for fuck's sake, bloodclan lived in a desert where animals couldn't really live in the extreme heat! but he did hear about deer and birds that lived here. mmm, deer. he had never tasted one before. hopefully, he could find one.
and it seemed like ao shin's luck was rather high today, as he managed to locate a mule deer with her fawn. already, his mouth began to water as he wondered if it was going to be a tasty snack for him. but wait a second. he was a dog, not a wildcat! he wouldn't be able to take down a deer, could he? unless he went for the baby deer. though if he went for the smaller one, he would look like a weakling that couldn't take on a full-grown one. growling inwardly, the officer of skulls and now temporary first tier of bloodclan charged.
unluckily for the deer, she didn't take notice of the white streak that was heading towards her. the mother just kept eating some vegetation while her young one ate with her. suddenly, ivory teeth lodged themselves into her neck, making her scream ( or moo, whatever ) in pain. the fawn, being a newborn, didn't know what the hell was going on and just sat there, watching in awe. but when the cry from the deer came again, the baby deer sped off, glancing back once in a while.
after a shit ton of kicking, screeching, slamming, and biting, ao shin managed to take down the deer. well, not kill it, but brought it down to the ground as it gasped for oxygen. feeling bad, the canine pierced the mule deer's heart with his claws, ending its agony right away. out of the corner of his brown eyes, he noticed the faint figure of the fawn, seemingly crying at the limp body of its mother. crap, now he felt bad. really, really bad. but that was life, right? you were all destined to die. whether it be of old age, or from an attack by a canine. releasing a bit of a depressed sigh, he began to drag the carcass back to bloodclan's camp, going towards the freshkill pile to drop the game off.
( wow such museburst )
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