Disappointed, but not surprised. Cera sighs softly and his hand habitually comes to trace at his scar beneath his thin shirt. Every land had its problems, and he should not have expected more than chaos and cruelty, malevolence and destruction, in a world that had magic and mischief running through its veins. He commits the freely given knowledge to memory, something settling in his chest at the realization that his plans would have to be moved up. That another battle for survival would have to be waged already, so soon after his arrival to this strange new land.
"Thank you for the warning, I can't properly express my appreciation," he says instead, eyes half-glassed as plans and plots unravel like pulled threads in his mind. "There's still so much to learn about this land, it can be overwhelming at times." Nevertheless, the seasons have not yet changed, the tides remained unturned and their fears had not come to fruition. For now there is the hunt, the kill, the stripping of life from freedom's vassal. So with no further words he turns and hunts, his saliva thick on ivory fangs, ears pinned and nape bristles.
It is a short, frantic run. Desperation, the creature seeks life even with death at its heels, vying for an ending to its story that Cera has already erased. As he dodges out of the way the snap of the string, the whistle of the arrow, the impact of a body hitting the earth all come to him well before his eyes turn to take in the sight of the animal.
As expected - though perhaps it shouldn't have been, considering he had no knowledge of the man's skill beforehand - it is dead. A smooth, clean shot through the crown. Cera cannot bear the smell of blood and life still emanating from the creature, shifting to avoid such realities. Now that the hunt is over, his own urges unsatisfied, the turmoil in his gut returns. Still sparing a congratulatory smile towards the behemoth standing from the foliage, he treads on light feet towards the fallen prey.
"Magnificent shot," he praises. Lifts emerald eyes to the towering specimen at his side. "Do you have somewhere to take it for butchering after we have stripped the inside?" They had to be quick to slice through the belly and remove the digestive track, cool the meat, and drain the blood. But butchering and skinning was best done in an area where the animal could be strung up.
"Thank you for the warning, I can't properly express my appreciation," he says instead, eyes half-glassed as plans and plots unravel like pulled threads in his mind. "There's still so much to learn about this land, it can be overwhelming at times." Nevertheless, the seasons have not yet changed, the tides remained unturned and their fears had not come to fruition. For now there is the hunt, the kill, the stripping of life from freedom's vassal. So with no further words he turns and hunts, his saliva thick on ivory fangs, ears pinned and nape bristles.
It is a short, frantic run. Desperation, the creature seeks life even with death at its heels, vying for an ending to its story that Cera has already erased. As he dodges out of the way the snap of the string, the whistle of the arrow, the impact of a body hitting the earth all come to him well before his eyes turn to take in the sight of the animal.
As expected - though perhaps it shouldn't have been, considering he had no knowledge of the man's skill beforehand - it is dead. A smooth, clean shot through the crown. Cera cannot bear the smell of blood and life still emanating from the creature, shifting to avoid such realities. Now that the hunt is over, his own urges unsatisfied, the turmoil in his gut returns. Still sparing a congratulatory smile towards the behemoth standing from the foliage, he treads on light feet towards the fallen prey.
"Magnificent shot," he praises. Lifts emerald eyes to the towering specimen at his side. "Do you have somewhere to take it for butchering after we have stripped the inside?" They had to be quick to slice through the belly and remove the digestive track, cool the meat, and drain the blood. But butchering and skinning was best done in an area where the animal could be strung up.
Cera
The worst in me could bring out the best in you
