I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see the light in the shade of the morning sun

The bounty board in Scorpio had been an almost immediate draw to the young feline. Sure, she had her jobs from the Collector to do and take care of, but in the interim, there was another way to get stuff and things and she was definitely not going to miss that. Figuring that she would be fine to sidetrack for a little bit to pick some of them up, and with full audacity believing it would be easy, she hopped over to Pisces, a rock in hand - she knew what she was doing with this.

Finding the wooly deer weren't too difficult - there was a collection of them at the edge of the cave, taking turns drinking from a small pool of water. From her distance, she watched for a bit until she zeroed in on one of them - it was wandering a little ways away, perhaps curious about one of the other pools of water, or focused on a nearby plant. Whatever the reason, that was her target.


That my life would depend on the evening moon
That the night would never comе

I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see the light in the shade of the morning sun

Gripping her pebble, she began to creep a little closer. She was small and strange looking and probably didn't register much as a threat to the deer, but she still didn't get too close. Only as close as she dared.

Her eyes focused on the head - if she could get the spell to be strong enough, she could kill it quickly and cleanly. And if it didn't, she was sure a rock to the head would do something. Unsure.

She took a spot some distance from the deer and crouched, opening her palm to reveal the rock. The deer took little notice, apparently having found some moss nearby to munch on. She focused, staring at the side of its head where she imagined the rock would lodge itself in, and began to accumulate the force needed. It would take a lot - almost all she had - and by the time the spell was ready, she was panting.

But then, it released, all she had stored up transferring into the rock, and it shot forward towards the sheep. It wasn't a bullet, it wasn't a clean instant-kill headshot, but it had the effect she intended, slamming into and lodging into the side of the deer's head. It bleated in shock as it fell to the side, still alive, still fighting. She didn't have long.

That my life would depend on the evening moon
That the night would never comе

I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see the light in the shade of the morning sun

Despite the effort the spell had taken on her body, she still scrambled forward. She needed to take advantage of this and finish the job. While the sheep was still stunned from the rock, the feline lunch for its neck. It wasn't pretty or clean, but with teeth and claws and all the strength her body could muster, she grabbed onto it and ended its life as quickly as she could. It was a fight past wool, and against its furious struggles to get back to its feet, and she came out of it panting, bruised, and covered in blood and wool, but the deer lay dead in front of her.

She looked to the side and saw that the other deer had scattered at the sound of the death cries of this one - that was fine, she only needed one haunch. It felt like such a waste to just leave the rest for the elements, though. Either way, the long work was about to begin.

That my life would depend on the evening moon
That the night would never comе

I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see the light in the shade of the morning sun

After taking some time to rest and recover her strength, Callista began the long work of dressing her kill, using her own freshly-sharpened claws to carefully begin slicing away the skin and wool and seperating the meat. She managed to get a good haunch - perfect for the bounty - and a good amount of other meat as well. Maybe she'd stash that away for her. She didn't know that meat would go bad pretty quickly.

More importantly, she managed to get a good amount of the thick wool as well. It was torn in places, and in multiple pieces, but hey...wool was wool, right?

She'd find a place to stash this all somewhere so some lesser didn't come around and steal it all - perhaps somewhere along the wall of the cave. And once she did, it was a return to Scorpio with the haunch in her grasp. And maybe a quick bath on the way.

*exit

That my life would depend on the evening moon
That the night would never comе