He raised his hoof to strike again, body tensed and face full of apology. Then with a woosh, he brought it down, hoping, again, that death would come quickly.
Death Comes Quickly [Hunting]
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06-14-2012, 09:16 PM
The rat didn't die, and Vayu cursed his ill luck, almost laughing at it. Once more, he would have to strike a creature down. Why did he bother? he wondered, brows furrowed as he eyed the fallen rat. Then he thought of the tiny bat, so sweet and innocent, and remembered. He now had a life to protect.
He raised his hoof to strike again, body tensed and face full of apology. Then with a woosh, he brought it down, hoping, again, that death would come quickly. | |||
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