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Carelessness has consequences - Sunny - August 02, 2018
It all finally caught up to him, all the hunting and patrolling in the heat without a good meal to keep him going. Today when he woke up he had felt woozy and nauseous so he went to get a drink. He drank from the stream and felt slightly better. Then a few hours later he felt weak and shaky. He had rested on and off and the sick feeling had come and gone, so when the sun finally began to fade he went to fish. The stream was still alive with flashes of silver and so he slowly lowered himself into the water and waded very carefully to the fish. He held still for a few moments before lunging and snatching one up. Carrying it to the shore he climbed out and was struck with panic as his legs gave out and his head swam.
Halfway out of the water he flopped onto his side, panting and dry heaving before passing out into unconsciousness with the fish hanging from his jaws. He had finally managed to overwork himself, but would recover in a day or so with a good couple of meals and some rest.
RE: Carelessness has consequences - Rosencrantz - November 19, 2018
Wandering into these lands, it had quickly become the white behemoth's favorite thus far. Even in late autumn it was covered in a thick blanket of snow. He felt quite at home. The breeze felt nice as it brushed through his plush pelt. Even here hunting was rather simple, the white pelts of the rabbits were easy to spot enough due to being accustomed to such a terrain, any movement was fair game, signs were easy to read and follow.
Already the brute held in his mouth a tight grasp on a little white furry beast, blood dripping from his nose as the neck hung crooked. Along his lips a thin shade of red tainted his alabaster coat, golden hues searching for the right spot to eat undisturbed - until, a sight caught his attention. A wolf laying on the ground, with what he could tell through the blood of his kill, was fish. He wasn't too fond of fish himself, the meat was too lean unless it was a fatty salmon that could easily feed a couple large individuals - but hard to kill due to their size... so it was a rare treat. This was a small, lean fish that one could catch at almost any time.
The thought to leave a sleeping dog lay crossed his mind and the man continued on his way, smooth strides carrying his large husk across the lands with a quiet pride... however, he turned his head once more to the beast. With an annoyed sigh, he turned his path toward the one on the ground, rounded out to the front to see this beast's face. he was young, and thin - but not by structure. He could tell the thing was malnourished and possibly from a pack from its smell. Out of annoyance a lip lifted in mild disgust, only to finally open his maw and let his kill drop limp on the ground to free his mouth to speak.
Eat. He demanded in a harsh, but calm tone. But slowly. These were were a little softer, as soft as he could for a brute as himself. Rosencrantz didn't belong to a pack, they were not friends but not enemies neither. Getting on good terms with the locals if he could would be a bonus if shit ever hit the fan so to treat this one as a nuissance and let him die or ignore him to his suffering seemed... less ideal for Rosencrantz himself.
With a paw he tugged his own kill under him, clarifying he was not going to share what he has, but instead was just freeing his mouth to talk. With your condition, eating too much too fast, your stomach will burst. Ease your way back into full meals, ill stand watch so you have time to eat. He reassured his reasons, waiting for a response before doing anything else. If the young male had expired and died - then that was just a free meal for Rosencrantz to have before the rabbit... it was a win win in his opinion.
Already the brute held in his mouth a tight grasp on a little white furry beast, blood dripping from his nose as the neck hung crooked. Along his lips a thin shade of red tainted his alabaster coat, golden hues searching for the right spot to eat undisturbed - until, a sight caught his attention. A wolf laying on the ground, with what he could tell through the blood of his kill, was fish. He wasn't too fond of fish himself, the meat was too lean unless it was a fatty salmon that could easily feed a couple large individuals - but hard to kill due to their size... so it was a rare treat. This was a small, lean fish that one could catch at almost any time.
The thought to leave a sleeping dog lay crossed his mind and the man continued on his way, smooth strides carrying his large husk across the lands with a quiet pride... however, he turned his head once more to the beast. With an annoyed sigh, he turned his path toward the one on the ground, rounded out to the front to see this beast's face. he was young, and thin - but not by structure. He could tell the thing was malnourished and possibly from a pack from its smell. Out of annoyance a lip lifted in mild disgust, only to finally open his maw and let his kill drop limp on the ground to free his mouth to speak.
Eat. He demanded in a harsh, but calm tone. But slowly. These were were a little softer, as soft as he could for a brute as himself. Rosencrantz didn't belong to a pack, they were not friends but not enemies neither. Getting on good terms with the locals if he could would be a bonus if shit ever hit the fan so to treat this one as a nuissance and let him die or ignore him to his suffering seemed... less ideal for Rosencrantz himself.
With a paw he tugged his own kill under him, clarifying he was not going to share what he has, but instead was just freeing his mouth to talk. With your condition, eating too much too fast, your stomach will burst. Ease your way back into full meals, ill stand watch so you have time to eat. He reassured his reasons, waiting for a response before doing anything else. If the young male had expired and died - then that was just a free meal for Rosencrantz to have before the rabbit... it was a win win in his opinion.