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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 28, 2008 16:32:35 GMT -5
Flisk's ears flattened against his head as Lyell told him otherwise of the rabbits. He had always called them that...but guessed he could change. Stifling a slight whine, he nodded and turned. Then Lyell told him that he was supposed to scent something. If Flisk could, he would slap himself on the forhead. Turning around, he curled his lip without anybody seeing and opened his jaws slightly. There was something faint...something that smelled delicious.
"Um...I think I smell a rabbit."
Cocking his head, he looked around but did not see anything. Confused, he spoke.
"I guess its far away..."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 29, 2008 9:42:34 GMT -5
Lyell nodded. "It's a start," he woofed softly. "For your first time scenting, it may be helpful to close your eyes for a moment -- to aid concentration. Breathe slowly, deeply, and don't worry about time or pretty neophytes or whatever else is on your mind," he woofed, a hint of humor in his voice. He had no idea that his general remark was really a well-aimed guess in Flisk's case. Well, at least he had been thinking of pretty girls. "Focus deeply, think thoroughly: what direction should we move so that you can stalk and take down the rabbit?"
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 29, 2008 15:35:21 GMT -5
Flisk nodded. He closed his eyes and Lyell's relaxing voice washed over him. His ears twitched when he said pretty girls and Flisk thought of Trianna and how her brother had died without making up with her from the tornado. Did Lyell know that he was crushing on this powerful, hard she-wolf? He couldn't...or could he? Shaking that out of his mind, he concentrated on the blackness and the scents around him. After smelling a rotton tree and the leaves below, as well as a hawk, he identified the scent. It was coming from a north-east distance.
"Um...over here."
He crouched into a stalking position and began towards the rabbit scent. It felt as if the adreneline was pulsing through his ears and he could feel the blood throbbing beneath them. Suddenly he pinpointed the rabbit. All his instint told him to crouch and he kept quiet, though it took alot of self-control to keep himself from snarling. Thank goodness his stomach didn't rumble while doing this. The thought of a juicy rabbit was too much for Flisk. He had to catch this. Slowly stalking towards the backside of the rabbit, he blinked intensely. When he thought he was two feet away, he attacked. Jumping, he aimed at the rabbit and fear-scent errupted into his nostrils and choked him. He lunged for the neck but it ran. He began to run after it, caught up, and pounced again, but missed it. It shot into a hole and he snarled with frusteration. Pawing at the hole, he bit his lip and waited.
"It got away..."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 30, 2008 12:33:35 GMT -5
Lyell padded calmly after him. "It was a good try -- just get a little closer before you leap. Less than a foot, or they'll take the chance to dive into a hole like this one did," he woofed. "It was a good first hunt. Now, we just repeat the process. Scent deeply, concentrate on the forest around you...." Lyell woofed, steady and good-natured as ever. At least his head wasn't in the clouds that time. It was a pretty good try, too. Just tweak a few things, and that rabbit will be his.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 31, 2008 13:10:33 GMT -5
Flisk nodded, black fur bouncing up and down, but he could not hide the disappointment that filled him. Sniffing his, he closed his eyes and smelled again, the forest smells, trees, birds, a rabbit. As soon as the famillier smell wafted into his nostrils he smiled inwardly and bent down. It was close. VERY close. His eyes scanned the forest and soon pinpointed the little rabbit which would soon be his catch.
Crouching, he snuck behind it and began to lightly pad through the dirt. He made careful to avoid twigs and leaves. Soon he was behind the rabbit. About a foot away from it, he jumped and landed on the frail body. Biting it's neck, he kille dit instantly. Eyes shining, he carried his catch to his mentor.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 1, 2009 14:08:49 GMT -5
Lyell watched carefully as Flisk executed the kill. He was relieved to see that Flisk appeared to move more on instinct this time, rather than hesitating to ponder whether or not he was making mistakes. True, you can't just charge and kill it, but hunting is a natural thing and can't be over-thought, either. He's been aquianted with his mistakes, so he fixes them and continues. A good day's work, I think. Lyell beamed at Flisk as the young wolf carried his first kill to him. "Well done, very well done! As we've no seniors in the camp at the moment, and Olive prefers to hunt for herself," his smile suddenly changed tender at the mention of his mate, "You're free to eat it as your own. I think you know that typically the pack comes first when hunting, but I think the pack wouldn't object to letting you keep your first catch. The rest of the day is yours, we'll meet again tomorrow," Lyell woofed, then angled towards the camp and began to pad swiftly away.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Jan 9, 2009 19:20:02 GMT -5
Flisk let the rabbit sit there and nodded briskly as Lyell left. His stomach had been groaning like crazy and he gulped into the rabbit, the salty yet tangy blood tainting his tongue. The meat tasted amazing and he ate the small creature fast. As soon as Lyell was out of earshot, he whispered to his half eaten prey.
"You'll always be a meat-bag to me no matter how much you feed me."
He grinned and finished off the raw meat, then started to walk to camp.
((END OF THREAD))
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