<blockquote><i>"Git it! Git it!"</i>
"Ahhhokay!" Hael yelled in response to his brother, as the <i>thing</i> bolted inexplicably in his direction. It seemed to happen in slow motion; the fluffy yet still alien thing charging toward him, Hael bending in preparation, ready to intercept it. In its blind flight, the creature noticed only at the very last instant that it was headed directly into the jaws of danger, and with a squeal, it realized its mistake. Its beady little eyes were wide as Hael lunged forward. He felt his teeth connect with fur and flesh, and in a moment that he couldn't really believe was happening so successfully, he had the thing in his jaws.
It was heavy, but he lifted it, and its stocky legs swiped in vain at the air. Still bewildered at what he'd just done, Hael stared at his brother for a moment before— <i>snap</i>— he did the only thing he knew to do, and crunched down on the thing's neck. It fell limp instantly, and just like that, Rihael had, amazingly, killed it. Tentatively he approached Fen, orange eyes still wide, and slowly, in case it somehow started to move again, lowered it to the ground. Gingerly he placed it at his feet, prodding it with a paw. Its lifeless body not yet stiff, it fell limply back into place, its furry chest collapsing as its final breath escaped it. Hael coughed a little, scrutinizing the thing closely with a lifted forepaw.
"...What... do we... eat it?"</blockquote>
(This post was last modified: Apr 02, 2012, 03:52 PM by Rihael.)
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