11-28-2012, 10:47 AM
Brief triumph floods chest when his arrow struck, but this feeling was short lived, and quickly followed by guilt at still not having made a clean kill. With haste Midas followed wounded prey, pausing only when it stopped moving upon earth and lay with face toward heaven. At first he thought it to be dead, but a rising chest quickly proved otherwise. Stepping forward with neck lowering toward the musky smelling animal, the general murmurs gently, “Peace, brother—forgive me.” Right forehoof rose and loomed over the rodent’s cranium, taking aim with tipped daggers he pushed hoof down at ending the rabbit’s life by swiftly removing head. |