Temporary Rest - (Viper/Othello/Open)

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Othello

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With a nod from Viper, Othello was off. For a while she followed behind the brute, but as he began to approach the stag, Othello veered off to the side. She assumed that the rest of the herd would not be very far from the stag, and she was correct. It only took a few moments of weaving between the thick trees until she spotted them. It was a small group of doe, five that she counted, and two fawn. The fawn didn't look very old, and Othello wondered briefly if one would be enough to satisfy both her own hunger and Viper's as well. She paused for a long moment, undecided. Should she try to go after one of the doe, instead? That one there is holding her foot a bit funny. Maybe..

It was a stretch. If the doe truly wasn't injured, and was simply standing in an awkward position, Othello could risk the hunt. But if she was hurt, it would be much easier for Othello to take her down. And if she wasn't and the doe got away, perhaps Othello would still be able to snag one of the fawns...

Her mind now made up, Othello crouched. Suddenly, all she could think about was the hunt. No more racing thoughts. No more biting whispers. Just the hunt. Wait for the right moment. As it was, they were facing towards her. If they would just turn so that she could creep out from behind the trees, it would be perfect. She could not keep herself concealed from them forever, but the longer, the better.

She didn't have to wait long. The last of the two doe eventually shifted, and Othello saw her oppurtunity. Go! Her mind commanded, and she sprang forward, angling her body around one of the trees. After a few leaps they realized that danger was charging towards them, and they immediately sprang into action, panicking from the start. They were quick creatures, and they knew the forest better than Othello did, but she didn't let this discourage her. Instead she kept a keen eye on the doe she had spotted before, who did indeed seem to be injured. She ran with a limp, and Othello felt a pang of triumph as she moved to trail the doe.

Othello's heart was pounding as she raced after the doe, her paws thudding against the ground. Occasionally they would slide on the leaves, but Othello managed to regain her balance, springing forward more vigorously. Her toenails clicked on exposed rocks, and as the doe crashed through the underbrush, Othello nearly found herself face-to-face with a tree. She veered around it clumsily, cursing herself as she forced her body to pick up speed, her strides eating the ground. She was determined, her spine stinging as her hackles rose. Finally she was close enough and she lunged. Her teeth found a hold on the doe's injured foot and the animal screamed as Othello jerked backwards, pulling her prey to the ground. In an instant, she released her hold on the deers leg and slid forward, clamping down on her throat instead. The doe struggled and jerked, but lay still after a few moments as Othello stepped away, tail swinging triumphantly.
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Viper found himself staring all too often at a pair of weaving antlers that refused to let him move forward. He occasionally had to leap from one side of a tree to another as the stag tried to find a way to get through him. He knew the moment Othello started her charge at the deer as the stag hesitated and made a faster thrashing motion with his head to try and force Viper back before spinning around with apparently plans to go after his herd. Viper lunged in and snapped at the back of the stag’s leg, having to leap back right away as the stag spun around. So the game kept up, only with the male deer trying to back out of the fight a bit more often and forcing Viper to aim at his rare legs, wary of those hooves.

It seemed like a long fight, attacking without intent to kill, dodging blows that were indeed meant to kill. The truth was once Othello and the doe was out of sight and the herd had gone off the opposite direction Viper let the fight end, dodging back behind several tree’s. He swung a few circle eight’s around the tree’s then bolted to go catch up with Othello and see if she had indeed managed to catch the doe.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins from his games with the stag, and so his feet seemed to fly quite effectively over the leafy trail. Jumping over a fallen branch, swiveling around a sapling tree, diving under bushes or up and over some he ran along, completely forgetting about the threatening presence of the forest. Adrenaline of the hunt seemed to be the closest he came to enjoyment, well that and of course ruining a dominor’s day.

Coming upon Othello he saw her with the downed deer and slowed till he stop a foot or so away. Othello certainly seemed pleased, and it was possibly with good reason. How often a sklavin got to be useful in something as basic as hunting was up to the dominor’s. Some sklavin probably did more hunting than desired, and possibly some never got a chance to hunt.

Apparently the female truly did have potential to be useful. She’d accepted sleeping in this dark confining and unnatural forest, she said she was willing to fight for his cause, accepted his attitude, and on top of all of that she could hunt.

“Congratulations, you can hunt down a deer, even in this densely packed place. Eat well.” Sklavins eat last, let this be another reminder to her that sklavin days were over. She killed it she could eat first. Moving around to the side of the deer opposite where Othello was he’d wait till she had a few bites before he also ate. “When done we will be leaving the forest for a short while, but will likely to return.”

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Othello

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“Congratulations, you can hunt down a deer, even in this densely packed place. Eat well.”

Othello was still proudly eyeing her catch when Viper's voice sounded behind her. She turned, glancing over her shoulder at him, her tail wagging gleefully. It had been so long since she had been able to hunt, much less catch something, and here Viper was allowing her to eat first. It was almost like a slap in the face, but in the very best way possible. It was a sudden, jolting reminder that she was no longer a Sklavin. Most of the time, she wasn't allowed to eat at all, much less first. In fact, she was never allowed to eat first. She supposed that there was a first time for everything.

“When done we will be leaving the forest for a short while, but will likely to return.”

Deciding to respond to the statement later, she lowered her head to a point on the doe's hindleg, biting into the muscular yet meaty thigh. It had been so long since she had eaten, and she was ravenous, but she forced herself to eat slowly and carefully. It wouldn't do well for her to look like the pathetic, starved escapee that she was.

After a while, she lifted her head and gestured with her muzzle to the deer, urging Viper to eat. She made sure that she had left more than plenty for the brute, even though she had managed to eat enough to fill her own belly. Still, she picked at the carcass for a moment longer and then she stepped back, yawning and plopping down on her haunches. She was content now, her sour mood forgotten as she glanced around, peering through the tree's. During daylight hours, the forest wasn't creepy at all. Well, at least not to her.

"So, where is it we're going?" She asked finally, glancing to Viper, her tail swishing back and forth, scattering leaves. She had nearly forgotten about his earlier statement, but her curiousity now wouldn't let it go. Would they be going somewhere dangerous? Somewhere exciting? Somewhere beautiful? Her mind raced, imagining thousands of situations, millions of scenarios.
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