The Hunted..Part 2

Feeling no strain he felt the adrenaline start to surge through his body. The deer looked to thier right to see him running weighed down with thier relatives accross his shoulders, yet thier weight didnt not seem to hinder his insistent stride. He moved closer to the trailing deer, he saw that this little one was already exhuasted. He ran past the surprised deer moving before it by a hundred meters. Turning, he began to run backwards without losing his stride with the same ease as he had when running forward. The deers eyes grew ten fold. Hardly grunting he tossed the deer off his right shoulder high in the air,simultaneously reaching for his knife that was clutched between his pearly white teeth. In a split second he flicked his knife dead centre between the young deers eyes. He turned around and easily caught the deer that he had flung. Running back he dragged the fallen deer before adding its weight along with its relatives accross his sturdy shoulders. Relizing that the other two deer had a head start he began running with new found determination. His face began to flush under the strain of the additional weight he had accumlated, letting out a breath he tossed the three dear off his shoulders and hung them artistically on nearby cyprus tree. Pausing only a second to admire his work he turned around and began to charge towards his final two prey.. The air had grown warm as the morning sun shined without filter of the clouds . It flashed through his think unruly chestnut hair showing streaks of summer gold. The excitment caused his hazel eyes to grow dark and smoldering. His lean body covered by camoflouge clothing was obstructed only by a slightly bulging tummy. His roman nose and high cheeks had turned pink from biting canadain early morning. Grinning with pleasure he ran with the strength of an elk and the speed of a cheetah..

To Be Continued..