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smash_logs2013-01-05 04:34 pm
travelingdarkness) wrote in smash_logs2013-01-05 04:34 pm
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Duran Duran
Who: Jon and Blake
What: a hunter and a scavenger with mutually beneficial interests
Where: the forest
When: Jan 5, night
Warnings: carnivorous appetites
Ever since Blake had agreed to help Kyogre with his professorly duties, he had found his free time taken up by grading rather than running, annotations of poetry rather than observations of territory. Though the trade had been valuable in its own way, the Mightyena nonetheless found himself longing for the opportunity to stretch his legs. Just because he was naturally quick-footed didn't mean his speed wouldn't dull through underexertion - that would have been an even greater oversight than any incomplete assignment. Perhaps Blake didn't pursue strength in the same manner as his clanmates, but he still kept himself honed.
Once his homework was done, the Mightyena silently shifted into his true form and slid out into the night. Normally the track field would have been enough for practice's sake, but Blake's blood was stirring for some place away from the yellowed streetlights and smooth turf. Moving with the shadows, he slipped away from the school, towards the the forest instead.
Breaking out into a run, he spurred himself forward into the deep woods. Though the moonlight was faint through the leaves, the Dark Type could travel as easily as though it were day. And while his eyes - glowing a red and yellow - were sharp, it was his nose and ears that could see the furthest.
Somewhere upwind, a kill had been made. The smell of blood was both fresh and abundant - no doubt the hunter responsible would still be feeding. To approach would be risky, especially when he was still unfamiliar with the strength of the local carnivores, but this would have to be both an opportunity to learn, and to scavenge a meal.
Very carefully, he slowed down and quietly trotted over to spy on the kill from downwind.
What: a hunter and a scavenger with mutually beneficial interests
Where: the forest
When: Jan 5, night
Warnings: carnivorous appetites
Ever since Blake had agreed to help Kyogre with his professorly duties, he had found his free time taken up by grading rather than running, annotations of poetry rather than observations of territory. Though the trade had been valuable in its own way, the Mightyena nonetheless found himself longing for the opportunity to stretch his legs. Just because he was naturally quick-footed didn't mean his speed wouldn't dull through underexertion - that would have been an even greater oversight than any incomplete assignment. Perhaps Blake didn't pursue strength in the same manner as his clanmates, but he still kept himself honed.
Once his homework was done, the Mightyena silently shifted into his true form and slid out into the night. Normally the track field would have been enough for practice's sake, but Blake's blood was stirring for some place away from the yellowed streetlights and smooth turf. Moving with the shadows, he slipped away from the school, towards the the forest instead.
Breaking out into a run, he spurred himself forward into the deep woods. Though the moonlight was faint through the leaves, the Dark Type could travel as easily as though it were day. And while his eyes - glowing a red and yellow - were sharp, it was his nose and ears that could see the furthest.
Somewhere upwind, a kill had been made. The smell of blood was both fresh and abundant - no doubt the hunter responsible would still be feeding. To approach would be risky, especially when he was still unfamiliar with the strength of the local carnivores, but this would have to be both an opportunity to learn, and to scavenge a meal.
Very carefully, he slowed down and quietly trotted over to spy on the kill from downwind.
no subject
He didn't care for intestines personally. At all. Still, whatever Blake wanted to eat was really fine by Jon. He had meant it when he said he wasn't interested in the offal this evening.
"Jon by the way. You live in these woods or what?"
He still hadn't quite put two and two together yet.