On the Hunt

When Draenmor suggested that the two of them should go out hunting, Ankh was totally on board with the idea. Having been used to used to prey stumbling its way into the tomb she so long guarded... tracking down her quarry was suitable change of pace. After collecting her bow and quick prayer to Pakhet for successful hunt at her home, she accompanied Draenmor to the darkest recess of the forest in their search for game.

"How well do you knew of these woods Draenmor? And what manner of creature might we on the hunt for?" inquired Ankh as walks under the the tree canopy. Even with her large size, she finds that she was, for the most part, able to comfortably move between the trunks of massive trees. Though the thick leaves shields against much of the sunlight, what little comes through is more than enough for her superior feline eyes to make out shapes hidden in shadows. "I have only come to this forest a few times to practice archery on solitude though I never ventured this far."

After making her comment, she adjusts the large bow that hangs across her shoulder. Though the oversized bow is an antique nearly as old as her, practice with it affirms that giant bow was in good working condition.

@Kada

Ankh searched for her draconian compatriot as he stalks from the periphery of her vision. He was but an elusive and as graceful of leopard prowling though though its hunting ground. Yet he never strayed too far away, for she could knew sense this radiant soul always nearby. Though the deer were simple prey for the likes of them... they may offer a good opportunity for her test her skills with archery. Yet it was the perytons that Daenmor had promised ahead that sounded to be more promising game.

"I am... unfamiliar with these beast you call perytons. But if you think of them as suitable prey then let us seek them." answered Ankh the two of them walk together to the edge of the clearing. As they arrive, Ankh's ears perk up to a shrill cry of creature yet unseen. Her lion-like body instinctively crouched down try to ambush while her upper humanoid form a bow and arrow. As she draws to half draw, her arm muscles tense as she holds bowstring back, she looks over to Daenmor next to her.

"Peryton?" asked Ankh in a quite whisper to try to not draw attention to their presence.

Ankh nods as she understood Daenmor's plan. She watched as dragon slipped though the brush and disappeared among is foliage like some passing figment of imagination. With him now gone, she turned and watch treetops to where they had both heard cries from before. She steadies her aim with slow, rhythmic breath as she waited for Daenmor to flush their prey into the skies. She could then hear a commotion and flurry of feathered beast scatter in the air like oversize startled birds.

Ankh focused on the stag that appeared closest to her and let an arrow lose. There was twing of twine, followed by the whoosh of a large arrow screaming through the air. Though she intended to hit the peryton's center of mass, the arrow managed to find its mark on one of the creature's wings as it exploded into a mess of feathers. The beast itself fell from the sky like Icarus falling from the sky as it landed with limbless flop on in the empty field. Not the cleanest kill but Ankh was satisfied with her performance as she approached her kill. To her surprise, the peyton still lived though barely.

With its wing clipped and its body broken from the fall, the only merciful she could do now was to end its life so it may suffer no more for her botched shot. She slips a hand under just behind the creature's head and mutters a quite prayer of thanks to Pakhet for successful hunt before she snaps the creatures neck in single motion. She could see the soul wriggling what was once life now ebbs and disappears into the ether as peryton's body now grows cold. With the deed done she scans the forest line to find if Daenmor has revealed themselves once more.

Ankh's tail sways from side to side as Daenmor makes his approach, returning with a kill of his own. Comparing the two kills, her was indeed the more presentable. While hers was mostly intact, aside from massive trauma to the wing, Daenmor's showed evidence of scuffle between predator and prey.

"Why thank you. Its good that my archery practice has finally produced some results. The gods must be smiling for such a successful hunt." Ankh then watches as Daenmor licks his wounds, as the creature apparently injured him as it fought back. Before she could bring up the injury he had already shifted to humanoid form and asked her about if she wanted to cook their food or not.

"Oh I am used to consuming my prey raw so let us just eat them as they are. Do require healing so that you may eat in comfort? Or do you wish to have scar to remember this day by?" asked Ankh, whom wasted no time with removing the limbs of the dead beast one by one.

Ahkh nods in understanding Daenmor explains that he did not require any healing. As her partener broke into his carcass, she rips off a leg from her own and takes a grisly bite into the oversize drumstick. When Daenmor complimented her on her archery, she tears year another piece flesh with her teeth and and quickly scarfs it down. Once she had swallowed, she dabbed away any excess juices with the sleeve of her loose garments she wore.

"Why thanks... I have been practicing ever since I came to surface. Ever since this bow was given to me as tribute some... thousands or so years ago I have always been meaning to use it. Now that I am out of confines of the tomb, I have much more room to actually practice. Practice that is finally starting to pay off."