Cold blooded hunting

Sat Feb 29, 2020 10:06 pm

Moon high in the sky, night sky still young over the village hidden in the leaves. The tormented ginger stood over a tree, destroyed from the ice shuriken chopping at its trunk. His pale yellow eyes glared at the bark of the tree that had scattered along the wet grass in the middle of the forest outside the village limits. His orange hair splitting at the ends, parting around his eyes allowing him to see. Shirt had been torn off from the tree’s explosion, exposing his scar along his waist for everyone to see. His breath was heavy and labored, as if he was breathing through a wet cloth.

How long had he been out in the training grounds? Why even ask such a question? The time was no longer measured in hours, but in days. Or was it weeks at this point. He hasn’t eaten in days, hadn’t slept in days. Why even try anymore? He was fed up with staring at the ceiling for hours at a time, not being able to focus on any one thing. His mind playing a constant joke of having him relive the murder of his mother again and again without allowing him any time to breathe easily or enjoy happiness anymore. His father was far to oblivious to notice, either that or he was just ignoring the issue. That had become his trademark since his mother’s death, and throwing himself into his work at the Blacksmith’s shop.

Snow felt alone, exhausted, beaten, defeated, and the list went on. With a rage in his heart that would not be quenched, his eyes went from being rounded and indifferent to squinted and filled with a fire that would catch even his own ice chakra ablaze. He looked around for anything that would prove to be a good training dummy. He wanted something alive. He was out in the middle of the woods, so he decided that he was going to go on a little hunt.

Snow left his tattered shirt on the floor, still caught by the tree, and would run off deeper into the woods using the quiet footsteps technique as he ran. He kept his eyes peeled until he began hearing the sounds of the wildlife begin to scurry through the forests. Snow performed the hand seals to activate his freezing Aura so if he was to get close enough to an animal, they would become an easy meal for Snow to catch. Shortly after performing the hand seals, he would notice that the dew on the grass would begin to freeze. The water from the rain the night before that still layed on the trees would do the same, creating a winter wonderland with every step. The frost would begin to thaw as he got out of range with the vegetation, but it would take some time for it to thaw completely.

Finally after running for a half an hour, he heard the sounds of a struggling animal, trying to move, trying to survive. Snow stopped and began to close in on the sounds that he had heard. The bugling had since stopped, and the animal was frozen solid by the time he had reached the animal. The four legged creature was covered in a dark brown coat. “A deer. Seems to be of a young age too. All the better.” Snow walked up to the frozen animal and he began to think about just what he was going to do with this animal first.

Snow walked up and he could hear the animals heart pounding, its breath hastening. Snow did nothing to calm the animal because what would be the point? Snow slowly walked up behind the animal, passing by it’s hind legs. He could see the animal was doing everything it could to free itself from the captivity that it was finding itself in. Snow stood in front of the animal and he calmly grabbed a knife out of his weapon pouch. The animal’s eyes widened and you could tell that it was pushing its hardest to run away from Snow, doing whatever it could, feeling the fear of death come over him and it whimpered and tried to call for help. Only to find out that his body, including his mouth had been frozen shut.

With the knife in hand he got closer to the animal and slowly inserted it into the animals neck, toward the side. The animal began freaking out, the noises coming from its body were those of pain, agony, pure terror, and panic. The noises soon turned guttural and gargled as the knife would come across its neck. The blood of the animal spilled down it’s chestand its eyes rolled back and its body went limp. Snow released the freezing aura and watched as the animal fell to the floor.

He used his weapons of ice technique to create a hook connected to the tree behind him. He picked up the deer off of the ground and created two shadow clones to help him hang the deer up on the hook by its hind legs so he could begin field dress the animal. He cut a hole around the anus and he would begin pulling out the colon by pulling it out of the anus of the animal. The next step would be to make the first cut from just below the anus and cutting all the way through the ribcage and up to the chest. Cutting the diaphragm and the windpipe were the next two steps, then beginning to pull out all of the innards that filled the cavity inside the deer’s torso.

Once the torso was emptied of all the innards, he would allow the carcass to drain itself of its blood. Which he would collect so he could create different types of bait for future use. He then leaned up against a tree and had his shadow clones keep look out while he past out for a few minutes, giving himself the chance to rest, while also allowing his prey to drain.

WC: 1011
Claims: +10 stats
+487 towards Wind Release: Jump (Completed)(Meteors <- Previous Progress)
+524 towards Certain Kill Ice Spears (524/2500)

Sat Feb 29, 2020 10:40 pm

Approved.

Cold blooded hunting

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