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Undómë · 02-16-2006, 07:11 PM

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Meghan

The rabbit was down before it understood the worn leather boots before it were not simply part of the brush. Not dead . . . the arrow had pinned the doe through a hind leg. Meghan slipped the knife from her belt and grabbing the creature firmly by its ears, she slit the throat with a single cut. It bled out quickly, the back legs twitching and kicking for a moment, then going limp.

Another, smaller male rabbit had hared off in another direction. The smell of blood driving it hard away from the site of slaughter. Meghan concentrated on her own kill. She gutted it, taking care not to nick the scent glands as she removed them, and placed the unwanted remains beneath a bush. She’d set the liver aside and before it had a chance to cool, she cut the large, dark red organ into three pieces. It was still warm as she stuffed one of the pieces in her mouth. Delicious! She hadn’t realized how hungry she was.

Meghan stood up, her kill secured to her belt with a leather thong. She held out the other two pieces of liver, skewered on the tip of her knife, toward the other two. ‘Care for a piece before it’s gone cold?’

02-16-2006, 07:11 PM	#64
Undómë Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2005 Posts: 400	Bregoware Meghan The rabbit was down before it understood the worn leather boots before it were not simply part of the brush. Not dead . . . the arrow had pinned the doe through a hind leg. Meghan slipped the knife from her belt and grabbing the creature firmly by its ears, she slit the throat with a single cut. It bled out quickly, the back legs twitching and kicking for a moment, then going limp. Another, smaller male rabbit had hared off in another direction. The smell of blood driving it hard away from the site of slaughter. Meghan concentrated on her own kill. She gutted it, taking care not to nick the scent glands as she removed them, and placed the unwanted remains beneath a bush. She’d set the liver aside and before it had a chance to cool, she cut the large, dark red organ into three pieces. It was still warm as she stuffed one of the pieces in her mouth. Delicious! She hadn’t realized how hungry she was. Meghan stood up, her kill secured to her belt with a leather thong. She held out the other two pieces of liver, skewered on the tip of her knife, toward the other two. ‘Care for a piece before it’s gone cold?’ Last edited by Undómë; 02-16-2006 at 11:34 PM.