Matching Anchor Tattoos [Tarrik] Mar 5, 2015 13:12:57 GMT -5
Post by Casey DeLaney on Mar 5, 2015 13:12:57 GMT -5
It was finished. Finished enough to live in, at least. Casey stared up proudly at the treehouse he and Sascha had built with their own hands. By some miracle, they had managed to finish it, and by some other miracle, it was actually staying in the tree. He took that as a good sign! They’d be moving into their new arboreal home as quickly as they could, but the small family was hungry and tired from months living in the cave alone. It had been more than stressful, with days spent on heavy labor and nights spent on the lookout for predators lurking outside.
They wouldn’t have to worry about that for much longer, Casey hoped. Soon enough they’d camouflage their treehouse and work on defenses, but their greatest defense would be finally getting off the ground. Until then, they just had to survive. Casey turned away from the treehouse and shifted. It was an uncomfortable, alien feeling as he took a new form. The keepers had granted him this “gift”, the gift of a deer shift. It made Casey both nauseous and hungry every time he turned into the dang thing. He took a few steps on shaky hooves before he got used to his strange new legs again.
He’d thought about it a lot since he first returned from the labs – an unexpected two- week vacation from working on the treehouse that had sent Sascha and Fletcher into a panic – and decided that there had to be some use for it. The antlers were a nice touch, perhaps good at keeping predators at length. But one day the idea had struck him that it was the perfect camouflage… Hunting alone was difficult, especially if he wanted to bring back enough for everyone. Today would be the first test of his new strategy.
The deer meandered through the trees until finally he recognized the edge of a meadow where he’d found prey many times before. Casey took a deep breath and finally stepped out into the meadow with the other deer. A few raised their heads to look at him. He felt their eyes burning into him with that fear and questioning that was so like a prey animal. He realized then that he was approaching with the attitude of a predator, and gave a few faux-nervous looks around the field, perking his ears up to listen.
The prey animals seemed to buy his act, and once he was sure they were comfortable, he walked further into the meadow and began to graze. As he did, his eyes flickered around he herd to search for the perfect target. He spotted one doe who was grazing further from the others. It was her unlucky day, Casey decided, and slowly began to move in her direction, picking at blades of grass as he went, so that it would seem he was only looking for something better to eat.