Dragoncrest Cliffs return of the pistolero

Warning: violence.

Njord directed her to follow him to the doe's rear. Haunt eagerly paced toward him, then loped in his wake as he made a wide arc through the trees. She whined under her breath when their trajectory carried them out of sight of the deer and Erzulie, though they hastened back onto the scene a few heartbeats later. In the blink of an eye, he flung himself at the deer's flank, while their leader continued to harry her at the fore.

Haunt lingered for only the space of a second before she eagerly joined the fray. In fact, she was so driven to participate in her first big game hunt, she didn't even give technique a second's thought. She was a flurry of furious, savage enthusiasm as she instinctively lunged for the doe's backside. Here, she unwittingly discovered the source of the ungulate's weakness: an infected wound hidden by the tail which now whipped at her face as her fangs sought the pain point.

The rotting sore smelled horrific and tasted even worse, making Haunt gag even as she latched and began to shake her head rapidly. She nearly gave herself whiplash, so furiously did she worry the doe's hindquarters, causing the prey to buck and writhe in absolute agony. Still the young huntress did not release, ruthlessly ripping and tearing the flesh apart.

Only when one of the doe's hind legs struck her a glancing blow to the chest did Haunt finally relent and fall back, slavering, her face and chest slathered with gore that dripped into the snow.