Post by Darren MacManus on Jan 22, 2014 20:32:28 GMT -5
He bent down on one knee, lightly moving some leaves out of the way to see a track on the ground that looked rather fresh. He had been tracking a deer for a few miles and by the look's of things, he was getting closer and closer to his goal. He stood up, slinging his cross bow over his shoulder and took a few steps north and continued to follow the signs of the deer trail.
He stopped when he heard a sickening crunching noise, stepping behind a large tree and leaned over the side. He watched as a large, lone werewolf was feeding on the deer he had been tracking. Nothing pissed him off more than something getting his kill, he'd been tracking that deer for miles and to loose it to a damn flea, bitten mutt just fueled his already short fuse.
He normally didn't kill wolves when they weren't harming someone, it wasn't in his nature to just kill without good reason. Anger surged through him and he stepped out from where he had been spotting, taking out a arrow from his holder and placed it in the barrel and aimed it at the feeding wolf. He whistled, getting the busily grazing wolf attention. Immediately the wolf was on attack mode, it was a omega from the looks of it. Lone wolves usually don't last long, pack is where the strength of the wolf came from.
Once he got a better look, he could see that the omega was in a half state of human and wolf. It had the features of a human, but fangs and claws. The omega charged then, not even giving it a second though to attacking. Darren fired, his arrow hitting the mark and making the omega fly back, crying out in pain. Darren took out a silver knife from his boot, stabbing the wolf in the heart with it, ending its pathetic existance.
He cleaned the knife off before sheathing it and took his arrow out from the dead body, recyling it for later usage. He walked over to the dead deer, shaking his head at the now spoiled source of food. Can't believe this, been tracking this deer for miles and find it gnawed on..... He said, starting to examine the remains.
Its belly was torned open, guts spilled out on the ground and his neck was eatened away. The poor thing died from blood loss and died rather violently. He stood back up, shaking his head and looked back at the dead omega, walking back over to the dead wolf and just kicked it rather harshly. That was my damn deer you motherless bastard! He hissed rather angrily before storming off into the woods.
He was making his way into the darkness, stopping when he heard another noise. Now what? He looked to his right, seeing something dark moving past him. He took out his cross bow again, bow already locked and ready to be fired and pointed it at whoever it was. He wasn't in the best mood and wasn't going to hesitant putting a arrow between someones eye if they think on attacking him.
Better show yourself if you don't want a arrow inbetween your eyes. He warned, finger ready on the trigger.
