Thread:AngryLance/@comment-39280634-20200609090822/@comment-27666783-20200628172406

Meanwhile, somewhere in the Hunting Grounds National Park Prefecture somewhere on Avalon,

A hulking mountain of a man feasts on the corpse of a dead, freshly killed deer carcass. His teeth gnaw at the remains of its juglar in a fervent and rapid manner.

"Sigismund!" A voice calls out from the treeline, "What on earth are you doing?!" It angrily echoes.

The man turns, the crimson warmth still prevalent on his face, he looks... sheepish. "Why can't Dad just let us use the spears? Why do we have to use hands, its... terrible!"

"How is using your teeth better?!" A man reveals himself, similar in appearence to the kneeling hunter.

"Its quick... they don't have to suffer..."

"Use the technique that dad showed us!"

"But that crack is just..." The savage looking man shivers, almost uncharacteristic of his emanance. The standing brother raises his arms incredulous.

"But drinking blood isn't? Look at you, your a mess, I don't even know if we can get the blood out of the canvas."

"I wasn't drinking the blood!"

"Just get the damn kill and tag it, you're lucky the game warden didn't see that."