Post by Tripp Lightheart on Jul 28, 2009 21:57:43 GMT -5
Confident, and enthusiastic after successfully completing his trial, Tripp Lightheart headed for the Pale-Face Gardens, the new title of Head Hunter bestowed upon him. He was amazingly, proud of himself, having had killed a dog, and the previous Head Hunter, without so much as a small wound on his shoulder. Feeling up to par, Tripp decided to do what he loved most. Hunt.
His body low, and his senses alert, Tripp crept across the garden silently, hidden by the plants that grew there. He licked his muzzle, grinning, as he approached a rabbit, which was busy munching away, on the garden plants. Unfortunately, the rabbit had not been paying attention, which lead to it's unruly death, for a mere moment later, Tripp left, sinking his teeth into the back of it's neck. The rabbit was dead within seconds, and Tripp licked the blood around his muzzle.
A clean kill, and Tripp was proud of it. Quickly, he dragged the dead rabbit beneath a large bush in the garden, prepared to catch more. He wanted to prove that he really was a quality Head Hunter, and to do that, he'd catch as much prey as possible.
His body low, and his senses alert, Tripp crept across the garden silently, hidden by the plants that grew there. He licked his muzzle, grinning, as he approached a rabbit, which was busy munching away, on the garden plants. Unfortunately, the rabbit had not been paying attention, which lead to it's unruly death, for a mere moment later, Tripp left, sinking his teeth into the back of it's neck. The rabbit was dead within seconds, and Tripp licked the blood around his muzzle.
A clean kill, and Tripp was proud of it. Quickly, he dragged the dead rabbit beneath a large bush in the garden, prepared to catch more. He wanted to prove that he really was a quality Head Hunter, and to do that, he'd catch as much prey as possible.
