The Hunt

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"How strange, how did the wounds go away so quickly. Could that mysterious woman have something to do with this?" He wondered to himself. Glancing back at the purple skies he could make out silver like lightning ripple through the heavens like a pebble in water. He stares around and sits under a nearby tree and began to stare into the distance, the thought of the red eyed shadowy beast began to play back in his head. Why me, what did I do, but most importantly how did it take everything from me and how do I get it back? The bellows of thunder snapped him from his daze, his stomach rumbles. "I must find food and shelter because this isn't going to cut it." He tells himself looking at the tree limbs he gets an idea, yanking away the branches and begins to carve a bow with arrows.

His belly still rumbling he continues to roam around the endless fields when he spots two deer run into the forest, "Well looks like Bambi and his mom just made the dollar menu." Following them into the forest he squats down to keep from being seen or heard, the further his prey the irritated he became watching the deer and fawn stop and drink at a nearby lake so climbs into a tree for a better view, taking a breath he pulls back on the bow and releases, the arrow pierces the air splitting through the dear's head its blood flowing down the stream its brain matter on the tip of the arrow. Antonio leaps out the tree watching the fawn flee deeper into the woods as he feels a cool breeze, he looks at the lavender skies turn into a comforting violet so he went to claim his dinner and let the comforting skies rock to sleep.

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