Dinner and a slow

[xexes]

As a new member of the Sol-Arinate pack, Oob had discovered that he felt unsure and uncertain of his position, and felt the need to solidify his presence. He would not be one of those pack members who only showed up for meetings, if that. Though, having that determination might be rough on him, given his frequent visits to the marshes to check on his beloved soul-bound tree.

A herd of hardy desert antelope had been grazing withing nose-shot, and he'd chased them. Of course, one man couldn't take down a whole herd, and it was difficult enough just to pursue so many hoofs. All of the herd had escaped him, except one antelope, a female. Whether she was witless or hurt eluded him, but he'd cornered her at the edge of the waterfall, and she jumped. He took his time circling and climbing down it, as to not break his neck. When he arrived to his prey, the antelope still struggled and thrashed in the waterfall pool below, trying not to be dragged into the river. Blood clouded the water where it expended its energy.

Carefully, Oob approached and mouthed some words, inaudibly. The antelope began to relax more and more, closing its eyes, and then dropping onto its side, dead. Oob tried to make sure that no one had watched the spectacle, as he was not a creature of great showmanship nor pride. His next task would be to drag the water-logged corpse out of the river, and onto dry land.

----- some time later -----

A fresh, but thoroughly wet antelope lay on the beach of the river connected to the waterfall. Oob craned his neck and howled a single word "Dinner".

Exhausted from his efforts, he'd already used up the energy he'd gathered from draining the antelope's life away, and now stood over the kill, panting wearily. While he was hungry and had caught the antelope himself, the leader of the pack always ate first. Whether such a tradition was upheld in Sol-Arinate was unknown to him, but he couldn't risk being cast out of this pack, too.

He found a large, smooth rock nearby, and curled up to lay on it, letting his head rest awkwardly on his horns. Antlers made sleeping quite difficult.

[Gaia]

You have entered a danger zone, here are your statistics.

Based on the current weather, season and location, you have rolled a SAFE. Consider yourself lucky.

You have hunted an animal, here are you statistics.

Based on the size of prey you have rolled a HALF. This meal will sustain any creature that feeds from it for half a season.

Based on the type of prey you have rolled NOTHING, NOTHING, PELT. The winner is HUNTER, you are able to PASS, in which case it will go to the creature or pack of your choice. Your item ID is : X5003.

[Hyenism]

Roughly on hour later.

She landed gracefully, as she always did, raising her head to the deity and bowing in respect, a gesture she performed before all her subjects. "Not bad" she mused, tilting her head slightly to get a better view. "We'll need to get someone over to strip the beast of it's flesh, it'll do well to keep you warm during the winter months."

She moved closer, eyeing the creature resting on the rock with curiosity, something rarely shown. She'd seen him from the sky, so contrasting in the desert sands he could be picked for miles, as was the case with most of the creatures who lived here. His Kill was impressive, better than the pack had eaten in many days, weeks even. She considered scolding him for a moment. She'd declared this area unsafe and warned her pack-mates away, though he was not present at the time so he could not be blamed, nevertheless a warning was in order. Deity or not, there was still danger here.

"I appreciate what you've done for us, but I must warn you not to hunt out here again, not with the heat at it's worst. The beasts of the desert all migrate here, few of them friendly. Even deities have caused trouble on occasion." she said the last part slowly and with a heavy meaning, not betraying that she would know what he was, but expressing the fact that it was dangerous, even for him. Her voice was gentle though, soft and slow. She spoke like a mother warning her child, though there were high chances this creature was far older than her.

She respected him thus far, he'd been loyal and helpful, was willing to learn the ways of her pack and follow their traditions, he'd gone out of his way to hunt and then waited patiently for her to join, which she respected him for, but was not completely necessary. Though the undamaged hide was a gift.

She sat herself beside him, a respectable distance between the two that was neither invasive nor cold, and she too waited. She would not eat until the other members had arrived, she was sure they would have heard his call, she'd been some distance away and his voice had been carried to her. For the time this area was safe, but they'd need to move the kill before sunset.