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 Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 1:15 pm
Vic laughed at Mic's antics, though a warm glow worked its way through him that Mical wanted to protect him against invisible intruders. Vic groaned as Mical laid back down. With a huff Vic climbed onto Mic's back and tugged at his ears.
"Miiiic. Wake up! You said you'd teach me how to hunt today." He put his mouth by the adult's ear. "Miiiiiccccc!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 1:51 pm
"Alright, alright already...." Mical pouted as he sat up, making the kit tumble back on the ground. "oops..." He grinned wickedly, "You got to be more careful there cutie." He winked, then reached down and picked him up by the scruff, "Come along then." He set the kit on his back then walked out of the cave.
"Alright so I was thinking that we were gonna start hunting something small....like rabbits. But they are really fast. So i decided that we were going after a fawn to start out with." He smiled as he walked into a bright field of flowers, then set the little kit down on the ground. He purposely picked the location so that Vic would blend into his surroundings.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 1:56 pm
Vic rolled his eyes as Mic called him cutie...again, but otherwise said nothing. Apparently Mic was one who liked using nicknames like cutie. So no matter what Vic said, Mic probably wouldn't change that.
Vic looked around the area that Mic dropped him in, squinting his eyes against the sun against the flowers. He leaned in closer to one to get a look...and promptly sneezed, sending petals into the wind. He watched the bright petals disappear before looking at Mic. "A fawn?" Those were kind of big. "Are they really easier to catch than rabbits?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 2:04 pm
"Well it depends on how old they are. The younger the more clumsy they are." Mical smiled, "Also it depends on whether the mama is hanging around, which she usually does. But I can distract her while you sneak up on the fawn. All you have to do it take out one of it's legs and the fawn is too new to running that it will trip. Then a clean slash to the throat and it's over." He smiled at the kit. "In these flowers it shouldn't be hard for you....you see how well you are blending in?" He gestured to the kit.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 2:08 pm
Vic looked at Mic in surprise. Mic wanted Vic to have the kill? Could Vic actually do it? He had never taken the life of something before...But a fawn would certainly bring in a lot of food, and Vic had wanted to help out.
Vic smiled at Mic. "Yes I do!" Vic had never thought that he would actually be able to blend into any surroundings. And now here was something he could actually do!
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 2:10 pm
"Alright....are you going to be alright here alone?" Mical looked at him, making sure that the kit was ready to do this on his own. "I need to go distract the mother so you're gonna have to sneak up on the fawn alone and make the kill. Think you can handle that Vic?"
He waited for the kit to answer. He knew that he was asking a lot of the kid, maybe it was too soon for him to be able to kill anything. And Mical didn't want to force him.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:20 pm
Vic nodded. "I-I think so Mic. I won't let you down." And he wouldn't either, at least not intentionally. Mic was taking his time to teach Vic how to hunt. He also gave the kit shelter and actually seemed like he wanted to protect him.
Vic crouched down further in the flowers, letting the flowers cover him slightly and tried to blend in with them. No need for the mother and fawn to see him right? Not until he needed to go after them.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 7:36 pm
Mical smirked, "Just relax Vic...you're going to do great...and even if it doesn't work..." He shrugged, "That's cool too. You live and you learn." He chuckled, "So don't be too hard on yourself okay?" He nuzzled the kit softly, then crouched low to the ground and started to shift through the high flowers as silent as he could manage. He crept toward the adults and angled himself so that he kept all of them in sight. The last thing he needed was for one of them to kick him in the face. He waited several minutes, allowing Vic time to get into position.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 7:44 pm
Vic watched Mic go off, as best as he could, and mimicked the adult, again as best as he could, towards the direction where the young of the deer were playing. He paused a short distance away from them, close enough to where he hopefully caught the fawn as they ran, yet far away that he could run if need be.
He studied the deer. Which direction would they run when Mical struck? Was he in the best position? After a few moments he decided that he was. Now...which fawn was he going to go after?
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 6:08 pm
Mical figured that he had waited long enough and he pounced out of the high grass and nipped at the heels of one of the does. As expected, the females sensed the danger and started to flee almost at once. Though many of them broke off to go and protect the fawns. Mical knew that he couldn't let that happen because one of them might squash his little kit so he jumped in the way and growled at them loudly, slashing at them with his claws to keep them from running past him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 6:37 am
Vic stayed huddled in his hiding spot, staring wide-eyed at Mic and the female deer. It was so loud! The pounding hooves, their cries as they couldn't get to their fawns,, Mic's tactics for keeping them away, the fawns cries. He'll admit it. He froze. He panicked. So much going on and he didn't know what to do.
Finally, a part of his brain registered that he was actually here to do something, and that Mic wasn't getting in harms way just cause he simply wanted to. Getting up, but still crouching so as not to be seen, Vic made his way over to the closest fawn. What was he to do in order to get it? Oh! Right. Make sure it couldn't run away then tear out its throat.
It would have been easier if the fawns had just stayed still. But seeing their mothers fighting a fox scared them. Dodging flailing hooves, Vic finally latched onto the leg of one fawn. He bit down and tore at the flesh, and hopefully some muscle, before moving onto the fawn's neck.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:09 am
Mic was really starting to worry about Vic. Maybe he had made a horrible mistake and the kid wasn't ready to take on such a huge responsibility. Or he could have been hurt already. NO! He would not think about that. Vic was safe, he was unharmed. He was just..waiting for the right time. Yes, that was it.
FINALLY he heard the sounds of panicking fawns behind him and he knew that Vic had made his move. Until that moment he hadn't realized that he was holding his breath. Taking a big gulp of air, he lashed at one of the females trying to get to her babies, and growled once again. They might be bigger, but he was more vicious and cunning. He could outmaneuver them as long as Vic didn't take too much time.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:19 am
The fawn Vic had decided was his prey was still trying to escape. Apparently the bite of the back leg wasn't a deterant. Vic bit deep into another leg and gave a satisfied growl as it finally went down. By this time the fawns were scramming, leaving the unfortunate fawn to its fate. Not like Vic was going to chase them. He had his prize, and Mical was still holding the mothers back.
Quickly, Vic pounced on the fawn's back and tore at the throat with his teeth. He spat out the coppery taste of blood as it filled his mouth and bit again. Finally, the fawn went still. Vic looked up and towards Mic giving a triumphant yip. "Mic!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 10:22 am
Without looking back, he figured that the scream either meant that Vic was done or he couldn't do it. Either way he needed to get to the kit without getting killed. So he created a slight path to the fawns, but blocked the way that would lead to Vic. Still growling and lashing at the females that headed his direction he backed up to toward the sound of Vic's voice. Once he stepped into a sticky liquid he knew that someone was bleeding, and he prayed that it wasn't his little kit.
"Vic..." he spared a quick glance back to see if the kit was alright. Looked good to him, "Alright stay behind me, got it. No matter what." Mical growled low in his throat at the deer that looked his way. His body language let them know that if they were smart they would take their young that was still alive and leave.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 5:02 pm
"A-Alright." Victorino didn't like the look of the mother deer. He guessed he could understand why they had looked that way. One of them just lost their child. At that thought, Vic's blood seemed to turn cold. He had just killed someone's kid. One who might have been his age. What if it was he that had been killed?
Vic started to shake a little and moved closer to Mic, though not so close he might get trampled or in the adult's way. "W-What do we do with the...the...." He couldn't finish the sentence.
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