(... damn. Okay then >,>)

○°•Lukas Rin•°○

Lukas slipped into the forest, his booths soft against the padded forest floor. He stepped quietly, walking slowly as his eyes scoured the area. His eyes locked onto a figure in the distance. Not human, thankfully. As it was on all four legs. And was a brown-ish color... deer. Hm. Good enough. He slowly unhooked his bow from his back, pulling it out and placing it in his hand. He then grabbed an arrow from his quiver, placing it against the bow. He pulled the string back, glancing down the angle of the arrow. The deer perked it's head up, chewing listlessly. That was about to change. He let the string go, letting the arrow fly toward the deers hide and piercing it's neck successfully. It made a noise of surprise, before dropping. He quickly made his way through the brush, toward the deer.

Lukas knew he'd have to get to the deer before anything else decided to fight him for it. He grabbed his arrow, ripping it out and placing it back into his quiver, hooking the bow behind him as well. He grabbed the deers horns. Hm. It seemed to be a bit on the younger side. Not like he cared much. The hunters or soldiers killed anything edible. Sometimes humans, if they were desperate enough. He grabbed it, heaving it over his shoulder and turning, beginning back the way he came. That he marked with arrows.

He arrived back to Tom, throwing the deer down and sighing.

"You got lucky, pretty princess."

He muttered, sitting next to the male and looking over the fire. Halfway impressed with the fire. He rolled his shoulders, rubbing at the sore muscles. His shoulders were sore pretty often. It wasn't a surprise anymore.

Lukas glanced over at the horses, looking them over. Iris was practically glaring at Nox, her black ears pinned back. Nox seemed... like Nox. All was well apparently.

"Keep telling yourself that, princess."

He said, shaking his head before dragging the deer over to him. He tugged out his dagger, resting it's sharpness before nodding slightly. Right then- they needed to ear so, sorry deer.

After the skinning process (I'm tired and my head hurts, sue me, I'll probably come back and fill this in later or when I'm bored.)

He sat back next to Tom, glancing over his bloody hands. That would take a bit to get off. And would be a nuisance to do so. Annoying. Like Tom. Speaking of which, he glanced over at the other male, watching him. The fire crackled in the background, roasting at the venison nicely. He wondered what Tom wanted. Why he was running away. He had heard his reasoning, but it just seemed different. He wasn't exactly one to run away from his issues. Usually. He shifted, planting his palms against the grass below him and leaning back on them, glancing up at the sky. It was slowly turning to night, the orange hues dying out of the sky. The vast black beginning to sink in.