Reaching the village was simple; he merely slid down one of the snow covered slopes until he hit level ground and broke into an easy jog; he had a few dozen pelts tied to his back; mostly beaver and dear; and with his snow banded eyes and fully covered skin, no one would see anything but a trapper come in from the forests to trade. He'd easily slip right into the middle of the village, then start fucking with people.

Half an hour of jogging had him right in the middle of the market area; hugging the far edge where the trappers did business with the tanners and resellers to maintain appearances. Really, he was scoping out for any good furs he could swipe later; when he really started shit. For now, he retrieved the half eaten loaf of bread he'd gotten up north and cracked a chunk off; sounding like ice breaking it was so damn hard, and his teeth working it over wasn't much better.

......

Was that an albino deer?

Oh.

Oooohhhh.

That HAD to be someone's pet. There was no other way some trapper hadn't killed it yet. Given how easily it walked up to the children and locals... definitely a pet. Maybe even the mascot for this alley.

That'd make one nice jacket...

And a good snack...

Should I...?

He wasn't even done with the thought and he was leaping for the poor animal; which had displayed the classic deer in headlights reaction and froze in place; making it ridiculously easy for him to tackle it to the ground and rip out it's throat with his bare hands. And teeth. Lots of teeth. Fresh blood was like ambrosia to his taste buds; and he thirstily drank up as the poor animal struggled weakly in it's death throes. Yummy.

And then the screaming started.

And then he looked up, glanced around, and started smiling.

The fun had begun.

Ah, terrified screams; almost like music to part of his brain. The other half; the not fully corrupted part that was getting smaller and smaller as time passed was begging for him to stop. To that part of him, the blood was horrible, in taste and context. But the animal had long since dominated the man; and that was a fact of his life. Mismatched eyes glanced around while we chewed a bit on the neck; he was making sure the spinal cord was good and mushy; the fur of the neck he could afford to damage. It would be the edge of a sleeve, or maybe the collar of the jacket.

Yeah, that sounded good.

Huh, there was someone walking up to him now. Maybe a military man, or some sort of leader with a death wish. Awesome.

The sound was sickening; he'd chomped down hard and was using the power of his arms and shoulders to yank the carcass one way, while his teeth and head took the beast's skull the other; a thin line of cloth appearing from inside his sleeve and forming into a knife to sever the tricky bit of elastic tissue holding the spine together. A flick of his head and release of his jaw; the deer's head was tossed at the feet of the woman. She'd been speaking, asking him in an oddly calm voice exactly what he was doing.

"Hunting. What's it look like? Ya got a problem, eh?"

"No, no problem. I was just curious as to why you were doing it in town is all.... Especially when I'm sure there's prey that would offer quite a better challenge then some domesticated deer in town...."

What was this now? She thought he would run at the idea of better prey? Well, a good try; maybe another wild man living in the deep forests would fall for that; but his focus was causing headaches here. He couldn't be bothered to care about humans and pred-...

The blood was starting to freeze to his face now; the edges of the gore-coated wound growing hard. He would take this beast as is; warm it over a fire and skin it then; or maybe just eat it. Either works. Before that point... he wanted to eat the still warm spinal cord; a sound like sucking noodles breaking the screams as he sealed lips around broken bone and sucked the tasty goodness free. Much better.

From both sleeves reappeared the strips of cloth from his hidden bolts; meter after meter seeming to pool below him for the longest moment. He figured he'd need a good fifty yards of reach total, so he was dropping an extra ten on top of that; for a total of 60 yards of cloth. Like a serpent over grass the cloth began to move; snapping at random to the staff displaying cleans furs and grabbing all that caught his eye. Good furs, pretty scraps; anything he felt like taking.

"You and me, we've never met. I ain't from anywhere near here; yeah. Grew up long 'way away, out in the glaciers and high forests ya never heard of. You'd be freezin' ta death up there, if yer shivering in this kinda day. Ain't even cold, really."

He returned to his prize, shoving his face into the weaping stump of the poor deer and grabbing the bones of the spine, yanking upward so hard that he ripped the entire spinal column clear from the body like it was a wet noodle through a straw. He flicked his neck a certain way, releasing his jaw just at the right moment to send the bone chain flying into the air so that he could catch it when it fell so that he was chewing on the bones in the center of the line. Bones crunching echo'd through the air, sending several of the remaining bystanders running.

....

Ooookay. Suddenly, no responses? Weird. Or was he hallucinating randomly again? Wait, where was he again? What was going on? Why was his mouth full? His head snapped around, a panicked look in his eyes screaming that he had no idea what was going on. The fuk where people screaming about?

Oh. Wait. He was in the middle of Kori, wasn't he? Huh. Weird.

Suddenly, covered in furs.

Huh..?

Oh.

OH!

Right. Stealing furs. Eating a deer. Fucking with people. Kay.

"Sooooo..." He was busy gathering up the furs with his cloth strips, wrapping them into nice bundles that would be held to his back as he bailed out. "Guess I should bail out, eh?" The headless, slowly freezing deer was dropped unceremoniously; he had no interest in it anymore. He was ready to take off and get the frick away from people. The village smelled too much like piss and humans; he wanted out.

Wait, he should prolly do something about the people that saw him.

Naaaah.

He'd come back later to do that. For now... "So... BAI!"

And runningrunningrunningrunningrunningrunningrunningrunning! He was gone like a shot, skating over the icy ground fast as he could. He wasn't worried about being attacked; he just liked going fast. This was continued until he was out of the village before he launched onto his stomach; cloth appearing instantly and forming into a sort of toboggan for him to slide on; another batch of cloth strips appearing and forming into a rudimentary fan shape and starting to spin around; turning him into an almost airboat; with several lines of cloth left free to act as rudders and such.

Weeeeeeeeeeee.~

-Exit-

1290/1075 STR E-D1