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08-04-2016, 10:22 PM
 Grusha. what a skeletal wreck of man this is, translucent flesh and feeble bones... Gaucho seemed to be taking in and understanding everything that Grusha said, which pleased the girl immensely. It was the times that he let her do the leading and the explaining that she truly felt he had confidence in her abilities. It made her proud and it made her eager to prove that everything she'd observed was correct. She had to find bones to show her father that she knew what she was doing and what she was talking about. Deeper within the brush, Nashoba had waited for Mara to catch up with him after Grusha had told him the snake was coming. He didn't exactly trust the snake, but he was willing to let her help if it meant that he would get something to eat. Nashoba wasn't particularly interested in birds, he didn't care for the feathers so he didn't actively hunt them. When Mara turned to look at him he wanted to growl at her because he did not like the look she was giving him, but then she opened her mouth and showed off her fangs, which kept the pup silent. Fine, kill it. He thought dismissively, though he was eager to kill something, even if it was a bird. Mara struck and Nashoba was with her only seconds later, his jaws closing around the bird's neck, crushing its delicate bones. Grusha paused in her search and looked in the direction of Nashoba and Mara. The wolf couldn't tell her what they had killed, but she could feel his excitement. "They killed thumthing." She said appreciateively before returning to her search. Every now and again her father would brush leaves away from piles, obviously taking what she had said to heart, but time and again revealed nothing. "Wind maketh leaveth pile up and look like thumthing ith buried" She said so he wouldn't get too disappointed at finding nothing. She didn't want him to be too discouraged. She spied a pile of leaves against the trunk of a tree and she walked over to it. Grusha stopped next to the pile, her head tilting as she surveyed it. She lowered her head and sniffed at the leaves and, through it, she got the faintest scent of death. Excitement raced through her and the flesh began to peel away from her legs. She said nothing as she began to dig and with each swipe of her hoof her magic made it appwar as if more of her flesh was peeling away from her body. "I found thumthing." She said, just in case Gaucho hadn't noticed that his daughter was turning into a skeleton. She continued to brush away the leaves eventually revealing the corpse of what appeared to be a deer. Ragged bits of flesh clung to its bones, but it was still a good specimine. It was better than many of the dead things she found in the Dragon's Throat. "." |
