Post by Mr. Kaar on Feb 22, 2012 18:08:14 GMT -8
Meanwhile somewhere in Canada....
The snow crunched and hardened under the foot falls on a partiularly spikey blonde male. Looking aross the white forest covered and cold he wrapped the mask around his nose and mouth as he inched closer.
In the distance and surrounded by the sear of tree's stood a large five foot seven inch tall brown beast, its exhales harsh and visable as he stopped drinking from the partially frozen stream. Lifting its head to listen for the predator that salked it.
The mans white eyes and hood helped hide him from physical or easy view. He stood next to a thin tree as if a small snow covered bush draining the life from the tree. crouching slowly and preparing to attack. The moose decided it was nothing and began to bend back for the water, and Leon struck. Leaping from his position and landing against a tree, the moose was stuck for that second in hock as Leon jumped from the tree and onto its back.
Gripping its antlers as the beast bucked and took off, The moose was clumsy and the danger of it falling and crushing him was very possible. He also had to keep fimself from being pushed into the antlers durring its bucking. Eventually though it slowed and tired. Finally coming to a full stop. Leon would climb down slow and pet the moose's side as it breathed heavy and flinched. Gripping the left antler the side he was on, Leon would pull hard twisting the animals head and pull as he stepped back to pull it off its feet, it made a small omph noise before Leon reached down and twisted as hard as he could, a loud crack later and it was silent.
That night, the feast was rather good.
The snow crunched and hardened under the foot falls on a partiularly spikey blonde male. Looking aross the white forest covered and cold he wrapped the mask around his nose and mouth as he inched closer.
In the distance and surrounded by the sear of tree's stood a large five foot seven inch tall brown beast, its exhales harsh and visable as he stopped drinking from the partially frozen stream. Lifting its head to listen for the predator that salked it.
The mans white eyes and hood helped hide him from physical or easy view. He stood next to a thin tree as if a small snow covered bush draining the life from the tree. crouching slowly and preparing to attack. The moose decided it was nothing and began to bend back for the water, and Leon struck. Leaping from his position and landing against a tree, the moose was stuck for that second in hock as Leon jumped from the tree and onto its back.
Gripping its antlers as the beast bucked and took off, The moose was clumsy and the danger of it falling and crushing him was very possible. He also had to keep fimself from being pushed into the antlers durring its bucking. Eventually though it slowed and tired. Finally coming to a full stop. Leon would climb down slow and pet the moose's side as it breathed heavy and flinched. Gripping the left antler the side he was on, Leon would pull hard twisting the animals head and pull as he stepped back to pull it off its feet, it made a small omph noise before Leon reached down and twisted as hard as he could, a loud crack later and it was silent.
That night, the feast was rather good.