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    Re: Hunting

    Post by Nym on Thu Jan 16, 2014 5:17 pm

    Nym nodded in agreement to Arro's promise. He was sure Aya would be happier to know he was with a trustworthy person than alone in the thicket or worse--the actual city--within the breath of nightfall. Adjusting his gloves and headband tightly and securely, Nym followed behind Arro as they ventured off towards the woods as he had stated. Such a path was wrought with unpleasant things to be stepped upon or to scratch one, but Arro's girth had pushed them all aside and made a nice path for the little Digimon, and he felt no worry of being hurt by such things.

    The area Arro had chose was one Nym had not seen--in fact, Nym had never been to the forest at all. He had thought about it many times since being here, wondering what was hidden within the thick brush of trees he saw far off in the distance of the thicket, close the his foster Alien parent Kev's cottage, which he also had to visit one day. The sights, sounds and especially the smells overwhelmed him as he tried to get a good whiff of everything they passed along their path. He would twitch at the slightest noise, wondering what it was and having the drive to chase it, but didn't, knowing to stay close to his current guardian.

    The little animals they passed appeared to watch them, and moved slowly away rather than run off. Arro was a very good hunter, allowing his size to become almost invisible, even soundless to these creatures! Nym hoped to be just as successful at his own hunting alone as Arro was one day.

    The dragon stopped, and Nym paused before falling to all fours and sitting as a dog would normally, waiting to hear what his guide had to say. Arro was after something large, it seemed, which was not a surprise. He probably ate bears for all Nym knew! But the Digimon nodded, lowering himself to the ground and being as quiet as he could be, and took a sniff of the print Arro spoke of.

    An elk? Nym had only seen one in books, and he didn't know they could grow of this size. But Arro had a plan; it would be similar to wolves in a pack, which made Nym's tail slightly wag in excitement and his heartbeat pump faster. "I will, Arro, sir!" he said in a low, but enthusiastic voice, puffy tail still slightly waving. He knew that would need to stop, as they started to hunt this magnificent prey!

    I can't let my excitement take over! I don't want Arro to lose his kill! I need to calm myself... he thought, urging his body to remain calm, though his heart still raced.
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    Re: Hunting

    Post by Arro on Tue Mar 18, 2014 4:44 am

    [There's pretty much nothing I can say about this delay other than I am again super sorry. I've been so busy with school lately that I've left all my non-time sensitive threads fall behind]

    Arro looked into Nym's eager eyes. The canine's tail parted the air behind him briskly and his heartbeat thudded to a quicker tune.

    "I will, Arro, sir!"

    The dragon nodded, sharp enough to cut. "Good", and he grinned.

    They moved onward.

    Arro slipped down the path, moving in cyclical and fluid motions. As ever, already multitasking; pointed ears darting, nostrils scenting, eyes searching. His mouth parted to better take in scent and he licked his teeth, he was just as eager as Nym at this point. And hunting with company was always so much better than alone. So much more could be accomplished in teams.

    Time blurred the more they moved, and every little sound felt like a thunderbolt the quieter they were. Soon their muffled foot steps melted into the background and all they could be bothered to hear were the sounds of the woods. The bird chatter fell away, and so did the occasional crash as old branches fell of their own accord in the canopy. Even the little sounds of insects underfoot and moles and voles burrowing away. Things previously unheard became noticeable. Arro had learned to tune these minor distractions out, sift through the white noise and pick out the important sounds.

    Some things though still came as surprises, not all of the forests sounds were easily identifiable. Nor all it's smells familiar. In places such as these, monsters and mysteries were easily imaginable, and -considering it was the breach- very probable sources.

    Further ahead, through the growing gloom and maze of branches lurked one such creature. It's hot breath steamed the air and it's gaze rested steadily on the horizon. Around it others of its kind peacefully grazed, confident in their leader to alert them should a threat arise. All were equipped with weapons. Large scything branches of bone sprouted off their brows and curled forward and back over their heads. The stag's however was a testimony to excess and overkill. The number of curling spikes and tines branching off his rack was lost to count. Spears and swords could be made from the longest of them, the shortest of which could function as daggers to arm a dozen lurkers in the night. These creatures were herbivorous, most of the time, but they were not weak. Their hooves, teeth and antlers had all known violence. But they were neither fools. They were cautious, fancied long lives, and would choose flight before fight should a sufficient threat confront them.

    The stag looked over the herd of his family, children, and wives, and snorted. He shook his massive head, his large matted mane rustling and began walking. Something about the quiet disturbed him, and suspicion had always served him well. The others looked up and loyally followed. But as they moved their weapons clattered through the trees, sending echoes back to the pursuers.

    Arro shifted his step and followed that echo. They walked for a few moments, the sounds of clattering growing louder and louder as they approached. It was obvious the elk were specifically avoiding the open plains. They wouldn't normally put up with the annoyances of traveling in the deep forest otherwise. Wolves they could handle, but a threat from above was harder to fend off.

    Without much warning, Arro came to a stop, and the clattering moved off into the distance. The dark brown creatures were close but could not yet be discerned through the dark brown web.

    He looked over his shoulder.

    "Wait here"

    He glanced ahead, hesitated, and added "Trust in what I said and you'll do fine. They'll be coming soon." Then discreetly, "Be fierce."

    Arro vanished into the waxing dark. His confidence in Nym was profound, but he hadn't overlooked his apprentice's youth. He couldn't predict how the younger hunter would react to these creatures. He was trusting Nym as much as he had asked Nym to trust himself.

    This was the last lesson for the evening.

    A few minutes later the silence was shattered by the swelling sound of thundering cloven hooves and breaking branches. Then the first hinds came crashing into view, revealing themselves as they dashed the branches before them apart with sweeps of their massive antlers. Their eyes were wide with mindless fear, their mouths gaping and expelling breath before their faces in clouds of mist like living steam engines.
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    Re: Hunting

    Post by Nym on Mon Mar 31, 2014 2:22 am

    It was hard sometimes to keep up with Arro, considering how small Nym's body was. He was a strong creature and could retain a great amount of strength, but sometimes it was hard to keep running and maneuvering over certain obstacles. Keeping himself quiet was another issue at times, his feet were big and clumsy, and his gloves didn't help much when it was time for stalking prey. He always had them, though, because they protected his paws, and held important items, like the key to his home and a small map he made.

    As he followed and listened to Arro's words, he made sure not to make a sound. The stag he saw with a few other deer and such around, they were so pretty to look at. He wondered why Arro was keen on attacking this specific stag, but... it was part of hunting, right? You set your sights on something, and you 'hunt' it down until you're successful. Right? Nym looked over a few large leaves and shrubbery and looked intently at the herd. It would be difficult for Arro to fly from above and attack, so he was curious to see what would happen.

    He was suddenly told to wait, and he hunkered down. His ear perked up as the dragon gave hushed words of patience and confidence. At the moment when Arro disappeared, a panic set in; Nym forgot what he was supposed to do. The feeling of panic overwhelmed him for that moment as he desperately looked at the herd and tried to remember, what was he going to do?? Was it attack? Bite? Bark? He could not recall, and the echo of loud beats broke his panic. The herd moved, and they were ready to flee deeper into the forest.

    He finally remembered.

    "GRRROOO!" he bellowed, coming out from his spot and running along the many deer. Nym was meant to herd them, control them and strike more fear into them. He would be holding this position with his echoing and powerful growls and barks and fast movement as Arro would not doubt finish off what he wanted to do.
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    Re: Hunting

    Post by Arro on Mon Mar 31, 2014 5:02 am

    The bodies of the fleeing creatures bounded and dipped ahead like waves in a storm, with Arro hot on their heels. He couldn't leap or flank them in the thick underbrush, and didn't want a kick in the jaw, so a safe distance behind the hinds was maintained. As the darkness petered out and his first glimpse of the open heartlands showed itself the stampede began to veer. He broke off into a separate path to their left, making sure they veered the right way. And just as he thought they would be upon Nym, he heard his protege's raucous growl, and the heard turned straight again. A ghost of apprehension left his heart and he and the herd raced on.

    Nym's show acted as a wall that the herd had no choice but to bounce off of. This was as Arro had devised. Other things he may screw up, but nothing in hunting came as a mistake. The trajectory he'd harried the herd in cut off their route deeper into the woods, leaving them the choice of stopping to turn around, or run out into the field. As a dragon was promptly pursuing them they chose the latter. And dispersed out of the woods in a flowering array.

    He bounded past Nym -the canine was still keeping up the threatening show- and beckoned him to follow.

    "Come" he shouted as he whipped by, excitement escaping into his voice.

    There was no need for Nym to remain in the woods with the dying light. And he might enjoy what followed. Arro broke out into the evening and open ground.

    The herd was dispersing. Group mentality gave way to the desire to survive, as each individual made the bid to outpace the others. The big stag was at the front, heading straight for the opposite end of the grassy bay. The largest chunk of his harem was still following his tail, but bit by bit the loose ends were fragmenting and veering off in wild directions towards cover. Arro belted out over the leafy blades, his legs slinging out under him like gunshot, his back rising and falling in minuscule undulations. His brand of speed came from the power in his limbs rather than the flexibility of the spine. His back was too stiff from the support structure of his wings for that. A problem all dragons dealt with when moving quadrupedally. Arro managed it in a skirting dash that gave him the impression of sneaking even when at full speed. But he would never be as fast as those fully committed to the ground, to finish this he'd need to get aloft.

    He aimed himself for a hill, and timed himself to it's arrival. By the time he was at it's cusp he was at full speed. His wings, which had previously been pinned to his side were flung wide, and they picked up where his legs left off. Beating more quickly than appendages of that size had any right to, Arro rose and promptly fell, using gravity to zip overhead the main group.

    The leader wasn't his target, it was one of the does he'd left behind. An older looking individual who was beginning to lag, though was still faithfully following the stag's path. Hunting wasn't about showing off, it was about efficiency and limiting risk. But old as she was, her antlers were still large and sharp, smaller than those around her but nevertheless capable weapons.

    He debated for a second how to take her down. But only a second. He descended, his shadow scattering the elk around her and signaling to the hind to start brandishing her antlers and bucking. He was only a few feet above her when he zoomed in. The first hind hoof flew past his head, he caught the second in a taloned grip, continued on as the doe stopped, and twisted her into the ground.

    After all that preparation the actual execution was quick and relatively uneventful. As it was supposed to be. The doe was laying prone with two broken legs, bellowing at him and shaking her skull in a threatening display despite her inability to stand. By this time the rest of the herd was long gone. Arro turned on a dime and landed, trotted up to her and brushed her head aside with a punch from his left wing. Her antlers turned away, and while she was winded he fastened his teeth behind her skull and broke her neck.

    She fell limp, and Arro raised his head to watch Nym and wait for the youngster to catch up. Slowly blood began to flow from the wound in the hind's neck. The only puncture that marked her as deceased.
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    Re: Hunting

    Post by Nym on Tue Apr 01, 2014 2:42 am

    Hey! He didn't mess it up! Although, in his current state of mind, he didn't have time to mentally pat himself on the back as his need for chasing kept him going. As Arro swooshed past Nym in a fast motion as the Digimon vaguely heard him bellow 'come', and with that, he followed the dragon as fast as his little stubby limbs could go. And though he watched, he let his legs slow down as he watched the dragon go into action.

    He ran, he swooped, he moved swiftly in a motion much like an act or dance, it was really quite wonderful to watch. Nym tried to keep up with Arro to keep watching the hunting spectacle that took place, learning how to keep up with a fast victim and keep running around. He was getting tired fast, but he had to keep up.

    As Arro began to descend onto the elk, Nym realized he was not after the leader, but a different one. How strange, he wondered why. But he viewed the killing with wide eyes, stopping his movement as he stood up and gave a look of terror, mixed with awe. It was over so quick for Arro, but to Nym, it was like it stopped time, and began to move slowly. Every little detail he could see, every small bit of blood he could notice, everything was in his view and he saw it all in slow-motion. Something he would not easily forget, but he wasn't sure how he felt.

    As the head of the prey fell dead, Nym walked slowly up to Arro with an expressionless look, and stayed at a distance of the kill, sniffing from afar. "... That was... really neat..." he said, his voice hard to tell what he was feeling. "I'm kind of tired out... but that was really... educational. It was more fun to partake than watch..." he said, breathing a little heavily with a soft panting. "Are you going to eat all of that in one sitting, or are you going to save some?" A small hint of curiosity was in his voice, but then he looked at the darkness that started to enshroud everything.

    The sun was gone and the stars were twinkling in the night sky. "It's really late. Thank you for all the teachings today, Arro. I've learned a lot of things from you, and it was a great experience... but I should be getting home... please enjoy your earned meal!" Nym let out a small happy yip and wagged his tail as he looked over the grassy plains. He was tired, but he could probably get home.

    Maybe.
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    Re: Hunting

    Post by Arro on Tue Apr 01, 2014 4:21 am

    Arro watched Nym come up the hill, where he stood sentinel as his chest heaved and his breathing evened out. The young creature slowed as the distance closed, then stopped completely to sniff and stare. Arro wondered what Nym thought of the scene before him. He couldn't exactly say he empathized, he'd grown up hunting. But he could read Nym, see what had transpired replaying in his eyes as the young hunter tried to puzzle out his feelings.

    Nym remained there, tired and wide-eyed, panting softly as he spoke.

    "Are you going to eat all of that in one sitting, or are you going to save some?" he asked, his curiosity fading as his gaze drifted to the darkening sky. The first stars of the evening were peaking out from the lavender haze.

    Arro followed his gaze, replying quietly, "I'll stash her in a tree, eat some tonight and carry the rest home for the morning."
    He could eat a hundred pounds or two in a sitting, but there was much more than that here, even as comparatively small as the doe was.

    Nym continued to speak, thanking him for the lessons -which forced Arro into a smile- and turned to look out over the plains, tail wagging and ready to go.

    The drai expelled an assuaging breath and broke into Nym's thoughts. He seemed to be under the impression Arro was going to let him walk all the way to the city. "I know you're tired Nym, you worked hard today and I couldn't have asked for a better partner. I won't leave you to find your way home in this state."

    He grabbed hold of his doe's fine coat, talons hooking into the loose skin between the shoulder blades. "Just a moment."

    Arro spread his wings and carried his catch a few feet away, hopping, before he was able to build enough lift to take to the air. He deposited the doe in the strong upper branches of a leafless sycamore, said his usual thanks under the breath, and glided back down to Nym.

    "Would you like to go to the Inn, or is there somewhere else you're staying?" he asked. He held his arms open in invitation as he spoke, evidently deciding it was safer to carry Nym then to hope he was strong enough to hang on.
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    Re: Hunting

    Post by Nym on Fri Apr 04, 2014 12:15 am

    Nym felt a little silly, saying he would be walking home. Although Arro was kind enough to offer him a ride, Nym kind of figured he would, and was personally hoping for it. It was quite fun and exciting for him to ride on a dragon, but he didn't want to ask or bother. Now he didn't have to! He gave a sheepish expression as he nodded, waiting for Arro to secure his prey.

    He had placed it into a tree, much like how those large wild-cats did on the nature shows Nym watched! He seemed to recall a lot of things that reminded of such, but this was far better--he got to experience it first hand, and even help. As the dragon came back do into a graceful landing, he asked where to go, and Nym nodded, "Mmhm! It's the inn..." he replied with a hint of happiness in his voice as his fluffy body was placed in the claws of the dragon.

    *squeak*

    One of the many aspects that made him likeable--being a fluffy. But he was more than accepting of this form of transport, as Arro flew fast and quickly, and the thought of being upon his back at this point made him shudder. But it was a lovely flight, so many things to see and witness as they were coming towards the city, the lights beaming and glistening with the sound of cars and people chattering. The sounds were nice from this distance...

    When he evolved, he definitely wanted to be something with wings... so he could fly freely like this... and get away from it all! Arro was so lucky.

    And home was just out of sight.




    ((I think that works! Thank you for the thread, it was fun and interesting, and Nym learned a lot of things that will help with his growth more than you know!))

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