[seasonal event] atlas hands

The lion's idea might not have been better, but it was certainly in action. In short bursts the deer could outpace him in the woods, or normally it would be able to. But this particular lion had the mind of a man within, one who had hunted creatures like this before and could predict how it might move to evade him. And so, as the creature stumbled with bloodloss and the onset of shock, Remi's powerful hindquarters tensed as he sprung forward, large paws reaching out for the bony haunches of the deer. His claws found purchase on the skin, his body weight and sudden momentum easily pulling the deer down before it had the chance to run the messenger over. As its hooves slipped and collapsed, Remi let go, immediately moving towards its throat and clamping down hard. No blood thirsty creature was he (at least most of the time), but instinct told him that this would be the fastest way for him to end the creatures life. Though with it now on the ground, Rexanna could just as likely pierce its heart quite easily from this angle. Still, with hot blood flowing into his mouth, the predatory monster within was soothed, but was also not entirely convinced it needed to let go. REMI It's not a silly little moment, it's not the storm before the calm This is the deep and dyin' breath of this love we've been workin' on