Closed RP Tooth and Claw

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Ironclad

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The deer population of Pennsylvania wasn't ready for Connor's arrival.

Despite his size, he could be quiet when he wanted to. At this moment he quietly crouched amongst the brushes, silently watching the small clearing a few meters in front of him. Where he knew deer tended to graze. He chose this spot because it was the farthest away from any hiking trail anyone would be using, Connor didn't feel like running away from game wardens and over-eager hunters looking to bag Bigfoot or whatever they thought he was.

Just then there was a small movement, a buck, a young one, cautiously poked his head out into the light of the clearing. His antlers were just beginning to sprout, the spots on his back were the pure white of fresh fallen snow. He poised unsure if to continue. Young, innocent, beautiful.

Connor didn't even hesitate to pounce.

The buck turned to run, and actually managed to give Connor a bit of chase. Which was all the more enjoyable to him, his mouth opened in a unhinged smile as he ran after his prey, saliva foaming out of the corners of his lips. His heart quickened in excitement, his whole body buzzed with energy. As he inched closer, and closer, to the hide of his prey until finally with a leap he sunk his fangs into the back of the deer's neck. Severing his nerves and killing him in a moment. The animal inside reveled at the kill; a base need now fulfilled. Connor forgot his usual process of carrying the carcass home and butchering it, no he indulged the beast today. Taking no mind of his surroundings Connor tore into the flesh with his fangs, hewing off great chunks of meat and swallowing them with only a few chews. He quickly began coated in blood and viscera,
 


Adelyn knows that it isn’t necessary for her to hunt here, but she still likes to keep her skills sharp. But proper hunting requires a proper forest. The little gatherings of trees closer to the city aren’t real forests, and rather than complain she’s set today aside to continue her search for something closer to the real deal.

She’s wandered far beyond where the lights of her grandparents’ neighborhood can reach. This stretch of woods still doesn’t compare to the forest of her youth, but the trees are denser and there are fewer and fewer human paths packing down the dirt and fallen leaves. That’ll have to do.

Finding a nice tree to lean against, Adelyn tugs off her boots and gloves. Her paws stretch, finally freed from their leather concealment, and she can’t repress a grin. Finally, a chance to practice! She tucks them into her pack and looks up into the tree she’d chosen, trying to pick out a good branch to hang it from.

That’s when she hears the sounds of chase. Instinctively, she freezes. Her ears twitch, angling to catch the noises of feet - paws? hooves? - on dirt. A hunt? It doesn’t sound like the hunting she’d have to run from, with men waving guns around. It sounds like a scuffle between animals.

Her curiosity piqued, she creeps silently across the forest floor towards the scuffle. She moves a little faster as there’s a loud thump and the sounds of tearing. She always liked watching the predators in her forest, even if she had to stay hidden in trees so she wouldn’t become their new prey.

There’s a clearing up ahead, and Adelyn stays behind the cover of one of the trees bordering it as she peers at the scene. Rather than an animal, she sees a man hunched over a fresh deer carcass. Thrown for a loop, all she can think to do is stand and stare.

It’s a long moment before she realizes she should probably leave. But as she takes a step back to do just that, her paw lands awkwardly on a wet patch of leaves and skids out from under her. “Eep!”

 
Connor tensed, his whole body preparing to meet a threat. Then his ears registered the sounds, that wasn't the sound predator. He sniffed. Hints of leather, spice, feline... a cat?

Connor's gut told him this was an animal of sorts, but not a threat, but not prey, something new. Connor turned his head, not all the way around, not fully looking. He could see it, in a way, smell, sense, peripheral vision, all came together in a vague notion of the thing that was now behind him.

For some reason he couldn't find, he spoke.

"Don't be frightened."
 
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