[ "Charm," indeed, and Vasquez pauses long enough to kick a small twig back in Faraday's direction.
So there.
Vasquez disappears into the woods, silence replacing the fall of boots on grass. Hunting comes as naturally to him as breathing, and for all that the caminante de sangre and their gifts are made for elegance, they're also predators. (Another facet of the duality of Tezcatlipoca, Vasquez would guess.) He can hear the animals of the forest, breath and heartbeats, those asleep and the ones who wander in the dark.
Hooves draw his attention, and he slows, quiets, until his only point of focus is the deer. The moment is quick, the death – painless; the animal doesn't even realize something's happen before its neck is snapped and its body goes limp.
Vasquez catches the buck before it hits the bed of leaves beneath them.
Nothing if not efficient, Vasquez returns to Faraday in under twenty minutes to present dinner. He pulls the deer off of his shoulder, dropping it without ceremony onto the grass. ]
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So there.
Vasquez disappears into the woods, silence replacing the fall of boots on grass. Hunting comes as naturally to him as breathing, and for all that the caminante de sangre and their gifts are made for elegance, they're also predators. (Another facet of the duality of Tezcatlipoca, Vasquez would guess.) He can hear the animals of the forest, breath and heartbeats, those asleep and the ones who wander in the dark.
Hooves draw his attention, and he slows, quiets, until his only point of focus is the deer. The moment is quick, the death – painless; the animal doesn't even realize something's happen before its neck is snapped and its body goes limp.
Vasquez catches the buck before it hits the bed of leaves beneath them.
Nothing if not efficient, Vasquez returns to Faraday in under twenty minutes to present dinner. He pulls the deer off of his shoulder, dropping it without ceremony onto the grass. ]
Que aproveche, perrito.