The One

NINE

Roran was proudly presenting a big hooved creature he had killed.
It had an amazing set of antlers.
Its body a perfect balance of fat and muscle.

"I thought it would be important to give a gift of meat, fur and antlers. Very little creatures offer this in such riches," he said, gesturing at the creature.

The girls, on the ledge, were wearing masks of blank white faces.
Making them look eerie. 
They were leaning forward to see his catch below.

The sputtering and staggering sounds of Morten coming down the jungle path disturbed Roran's presentation.
Everyone looked around in confusion, there was another man with his kill waiting patiently for Roran to be done that actually gasped.
A pair of legs carrying a huge corps, both the beast and leg bleeding, stumbling up to the presentation spot.

Morten rolled the cat half against Roran's kill, the smell of brain churning out of the stabbed to bits side of the cat's head.

"What are you doing!?" Yelped Roran.

"Shut up!" Growled Morten.
Feeling rather unlike himself.
He was covered in blood, he looked like he had just came from some sacrificial ritual where blood showers were involved.

"I.." he took a few deep breaths, "wanted to get you a few nice songbirds!" He gasped loudly.
"But someone " He called up at them, pulling a piece of the arrow that had hit him out of his pouch, "thought it be funny to shoot me with an arrow!"

a few of the council members, sitting around the one and four, responded with shocked faces.

"And on my way back, to seek some stitches, this!"
He gestured at the cat, "comes out of the bushes to finish the job!"

For a moment he just stood there breathing heavily.
"So I guess, I'm bringing you a cat! Can I be excused!?" He barked, swiping blood and sweat from his forehead, ignoring Rorans protests next to him.

One of the five actually stood up.
"Not just the arrow but the cat has gotten your quite badly it seems. Have all of your injuries checked and cleaned!"

He frowned, the cat didn't get him that badly?
Thinking about it made him realize the stinging in his shoulders and he looked to himself.
For fuck sake! Could he keep any tattoo undamaged?

"I will send a guard to retrieve that arrow, give it to no one else!" She continued.

Morten nodded, didn't wait for anything else and just limped away, fuming.
Noting Roran's buck was full of arrow holes, making him a suspect.

~

Agnus came stomping into the area where Morten had been stuck into a bed.
" Holy cow, it's true?! " Agnus said rather loudly.

Morten looked up, he had been dozing. To Mortens surprise Agnus wasn't alone.
He was holding a pup.

" What are you doing with that? " Morten spluttered.

" What? Oh! " Agnus seemed to have quite forgotten about his pup.
And put them on Mortens bed.

" Yes, well. They told us to hunt something and bring it. They never mentioned killing."
He said, petting the pup who seemed too exhausted to protest.

Morten just stared at the scene before him.
This man was brilliant... how to absolutely destroy the hearts of women.
Give them a baby animal.

"But, how did you?" He tried again.