BLACK TIMBER
Orlin and Laf ........ reach the Stag.. It's wide round eyes roll as it watches them, It tries to Put itself between the calf and the Arrows.
Laf's spell heals some of the Cuts, they are not as beep and the blood no longer flows. but raw skin and glistening flesh still show.
As the larger, Orlin steps over It seems to freeze..the Calf Bleating and Bleating, but the firbog gently fills the wounds with the salve... the creature seems to relax as its head turns from Orlin to Laf..its eyes no as wide...
Diana's Arrow fly... .the first goes off into the trees the second one hits in the lower left of the Neck, more blood then the normal arrow wounds pours.. The Forest Runner is staggering...
Brie.... finds two wounded Razorhawks and carried them off to the side.. another 6..looks like they will never fly again, as they lay still and Broken.
Lucy... is on the back of the creature stabbing Down.. much like a Razorhawks, the Blood and bits of flesh fly , the Birds change attacks to hack at different areas then hers.
Shadowmist...slashes at the right flank again.. the beast shutters from the Attacks..its roars are now of Pain, and not of Anger..
Kree, Ivy and Rolf all send another Arrow each into the body of the Beast
Gareth adds one last shaft as well.
The Creature shutters, Its head Lolling from side to side.. one last, loud roar and the thing falls to the Ground near the the left side of the road..on its right side... the arrows snap off or are driven further in, on that side...The creature's head slams to the ground.. two as Breaths as its ruined eye looks up, into the sky.
Kree has his Bow up , then slowly Lowers it... he calls out to his Unit,Retrieve what arrows you may... Take a Claw or tooth, if you wish as something to wear...not many folks kill a Forest Runner , this large... not only, will it gain you some respect...but , to the right Jeweler , or Potion salesman.. it could be worth a few Gold...
The Elf Approaches the Body, Pulling Out his dirk.. he Cuts a plug of Flesh around the first of his arrows and removes it, flicking the flesh off with the balc and checking the arrow head.
Ivy Says.....Kree.... Alpla!
Kree Turns and a Larger Razorhawk, female by its coloring. is sitting On the body..with a chucnk Of Flesh in its beak... her head crest is bloodied by the battle... It hops over jerking its Head to Kree... Kree holds out his right hand, it Drops the flesh into his hand... it tilts its head back and forth.
Kree drops the arrow from his left hand and reaches into his belt pouch to Pull out an Ration and holds it out to the Razorhawk.. the Bird takes the ration and swallows it, Kree takes the Forest runner flesh and eats it... It chirps a few times and Flys back to the body, as the Unit witnesses the harvesting , being done but the birds... a line. more or less is forming, going from the body, into the trees.. with birds coming and going...
The Alpha tears off larger chunks then the normal size Razorhwaks, and flies it back to wards their nesting area....
other alphas come down..searching for wounded Hawks to take home.
Ivy Chuckles,..mmmmm...raw lizard..must taste great!
...Tastes like kissing a Lizard woman....only less salty...
Kree reaches for his leather Canteen and drinks making a face . Then, goes back to getting his arrow, he can only retrieve 2 ..then, Beings to Climb, the works on getting a tooth..
He turns back, and says,According to the teachings of Tra... you must Cut your own trophy ....
Ivy is working on taking a Claw from one of the three finger arms