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 Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 6:22 pm
"Hmm," he said, undoing the thick cord that tied his robes. "This might work." Maybe. It depended on how big the b*****d was. It'd been a while since he had been hunting, after all.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 6:29 pm
She gave him a skeptical look, seeing the thick cord. "I don't even wanna know what you'd do with that," she muttered. The trail of feathers was spotty and she stopped often to find another patch of red before going on.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 6:32 pm
"Well first you break their wings," he said, having killed several birds in his life. That what he was describing would work on a feien as well, he didn't mention. He probably didn't have to.
He fingered his toothpick. "The best way to do that is to come from above, slamming down on the bird, either shoving him into a tree or the ground, or bracing your feet and pulling--"
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 6:50 pm
"Okay, okay! Enough!" she said, turning slightly pale. "I don't need to know how you kill the thing!" And she didn't want to know either. What was really creepy was that she knew he could use that method on something smaller than a bird. Like another feien.
Not that he would unless he -really- needed too. That much she was comfortable in believing.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 7:00 pm
"Then you shouldn't have asked," he said. "There's another clump of feathers. What in the hell is going on here?" he asked a bit quietly, as if to himself. "It's not even molting season..."
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