<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">No amount of preparation could have prepared The Hunter for the sight that now filled his vision. The razor sharp teeth and saliva that dripped from deadly mouth of weapons, those shining red eyes that pierced the night as it stalked forward, "uncomfortably close" was a severe understatement, still laying as still as he could manage desperately trying to avoid alerting him to the fresh meat that lay so much closer than the captive bovine. His gaze was torn away the instant he heard the rope holding the cow snap, and the howl coming from directly next to him nearly deafening him, pained expression given before The Creature began it's mad dash to its prey. As soon as he heard the first gunshot ring out Wes pushed himself up from his prone position, weapon aimed and fired, praying the buckshot would clip something vital and be enough to penetrate the rough hide. He wasn't sure which of them had hit it, the creatures blood smelling even more foul than its body but he didn't care, it could be wounded and therefore it could be killed, just like everything else. Shoving the entranced feeling of seeing a creature he thought to be only a myth standing before him real as the air he breathed.<br/>
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Wes pumped, smoking shell clearing from the weapon before firing again, adding to the earth that flew in the air as The Creature made it's leap and made its new home in the trees. Obscenities flowing freely as he attempted to track it's swift movements, firing once more but only managing to splinter the bark of a tree as it disappeared into the tree tops. Wes was one hundred percent sure he hadn't blinked since first catching sight of The Beast, his heart pounding in his chest and struggling to keep his breathing relaxed and calm. Yet through it all, there it was. That devilish smile flashing across his features and an amazed laugh leaving him as he watched the leaves and branches fall to the ground. "<i>Holy shit." </i>He managed to mutter under his breath, smile slowly fading as he allowed his more serious demeanor to take over, quickly moving to reload his spent shells and slowly making his way into the clearing, weapon raised and ready as began to make his way towards the bovine that had managed to find his wire before the beast ever had a chance. <i>"Nah. Not going to until it's right on top of us." </i>Wes was ever the optimist, but they were deep in it's hunting grounds now, it knew they were there and it knew how to use The Woods a hell of a lot better than they did. <br/>
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As soon as Wes made it to the Bovine he observed it, struggling and kicking, trying to make it back to a verticle base, caught in the barbed wire and unsheathing his knife, the gears in his head were clearly turning, it showed in his eyes, his demeanor and motions, adrenaline driving him forward. <i>"Sorry girl, this is gonna hurt a little bit." </i> Carefully he brought his blade across it's shoulder, not to kill, only to draw The Beast back to where it needed to be, blood flowing freely and beginning to work on the barbed wire tied to the tree. "<i>As soon as she's free, we move with her. If we're lucky The Fucker focuses in on the scent of fresh blood and we can take it out as soon as it comes down from those trees." </i>Wes turned his glance over to Ava, once again, that smile making its appearance as he looked up to the treetops afterwards, making sure it wasn't going to drop down on them at any given moment before finally the wire loosened and The Wounded Cow made its way back to a verticle base, crying and making as much noise as possible as it began to clumsily stumble forward to attempt and escape. <i>"I owe your contact an apology, I was starting to think he was full of shit." </i>With an amused laugh and a grin he began his pursuit, staying close but far enough back that he could blend in with The Trees that towered around them, ducking between the trees and brush and keeping eyes focused and locked on The Bovine as it tried to make its way through the unfamiliar environment. Occasional howls piercing the night along with the snapping of branches from high above, The Creature zeroing in on the scent and trail of fresh blood that called out to it, drawing ferocious snarls the closer it and closer it got.<br/>
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Eventually The Cattle stumbled, caught between its own wounds and finally tiring from it's mad dash for escape, smashing into brush and tree indiscriminately, the poor creature simply unable to continue with the assault being given on its body as it cried out. It was truly heart breaking, but it was exactly what needed to happen as with a final piercing howl and roar The Beast began to make its descent from The Trees, claws digging into bark and saliva dripping, wicked tongue curling forward as if tasting the air, winding up and making a leap from its perch, claws extended outwards and snarl being released before Wes's weapon fired, echoing through the wood and an unholy screech of pain given as The Beast crashed into the ground and scrambled, kicking and screeching violently, the buckshot finding its way into its softer underbelly, immediately, red eyes focused on The Hunter, weapon aimed, pumped, and finger pulling the trigger. . .only to be met with a harmless click. Wes's eyes immediately opening wide, tossing the weapon to the side and reaching for The Handgun at his side as The Beast unleashed a ground shaking roar, huffing madly and beginning to Charge The Hunter as he couldn't aim his weapon fast enough, rolling to the side at the last second as sharp jaws dug into the wood of the tree behind him, cutting through it like a hot knife through butter, sickening snap of the lumber crumbling in its mouth as it roared again, spitting out the chunk of wood and growling deeply as it focused on The Hunter scrambling backwards on his back, his pistol flying off into the brush elsewhere, leaving him with only The Hunting Knife he kept in his hand. His eyes meeting The Beasts, and almost seeing his reflection in the dripping teeth of The Grunch as it began to stalk towards him, wounded from Avas shots and his own. Anger burning in its eyes, claws ready to dig into The Hunters Flesh.​</div>