Jack and Rae (hotblooded) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-01-30 03:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | fox, rae |
Monday March 24th 2008
Who: Rae and Fox
Where: School grounds, after she stumbles a few yards
When:Sunrise-ish
What: SHOT!
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Rae had been feeling cramped all weekend. Saturday's lunch with Astrid was fun, and Saturday evening's Firefly-a-thon with Fox and Cassie had been great, but come Sunday she found herself with an empty schedule. After doing some homework that wasn't due for at least a week, the restless feeling in her brain extended toward narrow limbs, into her chest, wrapping itself around her ribcage until she felt the necessity of air. Despite trying to distract herself with music, artwork, and television, she knew what the problem was. She wanted to shift. It had become such a regular thing for her to shift every two nights or more in the last few years that she thought she was suffering withdrawal, in all seriousness.
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The deer didn't know just how early or late it was; it just knew that it was before sunrise, and there were beautiful smells everywhere. Rae, on the other hand, was vaguely aware that she should start heading back to her room. What she wasn't aware of, however, were a few other minor details: a) she had completely wandered of school grounds in her doe adventures, b) there was a gun trained on her. It was the deer's complete fortune that the gun wielder was an unskilled idiot (who apparently was unaware of a few things himself, namely hunting laws in the state). When the shot rang out, the deer jumped, feeling something scrape it's shoulder, and then all was still.
Until the crunch. Shoveled ears leapt up, swirling like satellites. What the fuck was that. It wasn't a noise found in nature. No, something. Wet, thick dark nostrils flared, pulsating. No, human.
It wasn't until the deer took off in its usual zigzag pattern that it felt the pain. Hard, hot pain, in its shoulder. The one that had just tickled until now. It stopped, and Rae angled her beautiful doe mottled neck to look at her own frame. It was an unusual gesture for a deer. Blood. That was the smell. She thought it had been the human, but no -- this was a different sort of metallic scent. Blood. She was shot.