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Post by sk8erg1rl on Aug 5, 2006 13:27:56 GMT -5
A silver spear flashed through the air, aiming for the hind of a young buck, even as Takita approached at a carefully slow walk, heavy antlers strapped to her head, bent down slightly, to give the impression that she was another buck. A screech of pain fled the creatures mouth, as the arrow punctured it's flesh, scraping through the limb to protrude from the other side. Blood gushing out, it fell to the ground, even as the other deer scattered, fleeing in a mad panic. Takita slowed to a stop, tugging at the knots on her head calmly, ripping the leather, as she grinned, dark lips parting to reveal flashing teeth, as she admired her work, tugging the spear from the wound. Pulling a small flint dagger from her leather belt, she knelt down, cutting open the corpse neatly, dividing the meat into chunks to dry, as well as the organs. Even the skin she kept, chopping off the antlers in a hacking movement, and salvaging the teeth. Everything would be used. Takita had grown up in a clan of african centaurs, following the same techniques as the native humans, learning how to survive fully on the prey, and how to find food even in the harshest conditions. She was a survivor, a taught hunter and gatherer, easily able to survive on her own. Would be nice for company, though.
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Post by Alluvia on Aug 8, 2006 17:34:07 GMT -5
The tiger-striped centauress stepped out of the shadows to meet the new huntress. She was impressed with her skills and was curious as to where she had come from.
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