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RE: buried in the field beneath the marigolds - Twitch - 10/11/2025

twitch followed a few paces behind, crouched awkwardly, her belly nearly scraping the dirt. she moved with all the confidence of someone who's never learned to hunt solo and still managed to shy away from it in company—too stiff in the shoulders, ears swiveling frantic.

she glanced up only once to catch the set of his shoulders, the way he moved through the brush. it was familiar enough to sting—she wonders now if cole would’ve said anything to fill the space—she remembers that he liked to, because he knew it alleviated her nerves.

ronan said nothing at all. somehow, that was inexplicably worse. i know. she muttered, though it lacked bite. she was being careful—if only because she didn’t want to mess up whatever chance she had at a meal, to save herself from her own discomfort.

a soft rustle ahead caught her ear. she froze, muscles tight beneath her coat. through the split in the thicket stood a doe, head bowed to graze. she flicked a glance toward ronan, a silent question in her eyes. now what?

RE: buried in the field beneath the marigolds - Ronan - 10/19/2025

skill — hunter 2/5[Image: hunter.png]
a quick glance at the girl told ronan all he needed to know. she was nervous, and not at all confident in herself as a huntress. just like eliza was. ronan slowed his pace until he was beside her, shoulder barely brushing against hers. “don’t worry. you’ll do just fine.” he offered a kind smile, something to hopefully calm her nerves. “and we'll try again if anything happens. sounds good?”
another glance made him pause. he turned to look down at the girl before leaning forward to nudge her shoulder. “you're too stiff. relax a bit. you’ll scare ‘em off before we even get the chance to get close. relax a bit, everything’ll be just fine.” his voice remained gentle, kinder than usual. he had no idea why he was hellbent on helping this girl succeed, but he was. she had a life ahead of her, places to explore, people to meet. and he'd be damned if he didn't try.
and just like he hoped, tracks were quickly found within the brush. a sigh of relief left his lips as he lowered his head to sniff at the trail. “all right. let’s go. stay low and stay close.”


RE: buried in the field beneath the marigolds - Twitch - 11/10/2025

the girl sidles up to him, near enough that their shoulders brush—it is instinct, a demand for closeness in her vulnerability. his body is burning hot, and with the slightest touch, she is, too. the grass whispers against her ribs as she follows, narrow frame catching bits of burr and seed.

for all her indifference, there was something alive in the way she moves now—a thin line of focus tightening at her jaw, breath slow, eyes cutting from shadow to shadow. survival was a rhythm her body would always remember even when her heart didn’t; it was her only instinct, now.

he speaks as if she is not already a woman grown—if only technically speaking. regardless, she says nothing in response. it was not the process she struggled with, but the execution of it all.

a soft rustle ahead caught her ear. she froze, muscles gone tight beneath her coat. through the split in the thicket stood a doe, head bowed to graze, tail flicking lazily at flies. twitch’s breath hitched. the scent of her—warm, alive, oblivious—carried faint on the wind. she nudges him for attention and points with her nose—there.
I am SO SORRY this is so late :’) I cleared my pms on accident and missed this one


RE: buried in the field beneath the marigolds - Ronan - 12/14/2025

skill — hunter 3/5 [Image: hunter.png]
no worries !
ronan knew twitch had it in her to be a huntress. she was fluid, her body mirroring his as they prowled through the brush. he kept quiet, allowing the girl to lead them in the hunt—a test of sorts. ronan wanted her to know she was capable, but to also see if she could continue, if, no, when they parted. he didn’t expect for her to want to stay with him, but he knew he wanted to make sure she’d survive no matter her decision.
he saw the doe a second before twitch, but remained silent, allowing her to listen to her instincts. twitch was a quick learner, eager to suceed. and a student like that was easier to teach. a smile appeared once she nudged him and gestured towards the cervid. “nice catch.” he lowered down, turning his body slightly towards the woman, “now i’m gonna need you to cut right, and i’ll cut left. she might fight, or she’ll bolt. if she fights, keep her occupied but out of range. if she runs, go for the throat.” ronan knew it was a lot of direction, but he had faith she could follow. she wanted to learn, he could tell from the way she agreed to hunt with him. now was just the time to execute.
the male crept towards the left, looking to see if the girl had followed his move. they’d need to move in sync, mirror one another if this were to work.


RE: buried in the field beneath the marigolds - Twitch - 12/18/2025

twitch does not offer a response, but she does what she's told all the same. she disregards his command to sink teeth to throat in worse case scenario—there is too much self doubt to stake their hunt upon a skill she does not have.

the girl moves quietly, weight rolled to the right like he asked, paws placing careful. the doe lifted her head, ears twitching—twitch’s pulse thuds loud in her ears as she pauses, waits. the doe settles again fast, and so she continues.

she moves when ronan does, slow and slanting, keeping brush between her and the doe’s eyes. too close and she’d get kicked, too far and she’d lose her. it is lost still when a twig snaps underfoot, though not hers. the cervidae startles, muscles coiling.

decidedly, she lunge, angling wide to force the animal to turn. better to ronan than into the trees again. it is not clean nor pretty, but it is enough to drive it where she wanted.

RE: buried in the field beneath the marigolds - Ronan - 12/29/2025

skill — hunter 4/5[Image: hunter.png]
ronan wasn’t sure what had happened between directions being given and a doe almost trampling him, but he would do what he had to do for them to succeed. he lunged up, teeth latching onto the doe’s shoulder. he shook his head, teeth tearing through muscle to slow the doe down. the male used his weight to counter the cervid’s speed, creating an opening for twitch to latch onto the doe’s other side.
paws dug into the soil as he pulled back again, attempting again to still the animal. when a leg snapped up to hit his chest, ronan felt his hold slip. the animal stumbled through the brush, barely able to clamber over a branch. “now’s our chance. get her leg!” he barked as he made his way towards the bleeding doe. blood dripped from his parted maw, leaving a trail through the grass as he came closer to the cervid. they’d finish this now, he decided.
the male lunged one last time, jaws finding purchase on the back of the doe’s neck. a quick twist of his head snapped its delicate neck, yet it released another bleat as it fell to the ground. “let’s finish this. you’ve gotta take the bite, don’t let her suffer.”


RE: buried in the field beneath the marigolds - Twitch - 1/27/2026

twitch's brain was hardly functioning when his shout cut through her—a switch flipped. the girl reeled into focus in a single breath, darting in low to snap teeth around the doe’s leg, yanking hard and sideways the way cole had once shown her. bone jolted. the animal went down in a mess of thrashing and breath.

when ronan took the neck and the body sagged, twitch froze for half a second. don’t let her suffer. she wished that the doe had not had to suffer at all, and yet—

the girl tries not to dwell on it as she steps in, wrapping her mouth around the throat this time. she bit down and held, eyes screwed shut until the struggle faded and the weight went slack beneath her. when it was done, she let go and stumbled back a step, chest heaving. sorry. don't usually hunt bigger game. she muttered.
hate this post sorry for the lateness ;-;


RE: buried in the field beneath the marigolds - Ronan - 2/2/2026

skill — hunter 5/5[Image: hunter.png]
this was terrible im sorry ;-;
ronan watched her with shock as she moved in to finish the kill. twitch had sounded unsure of herself, of her ability to hunt, and yet here she was. a huntress in her own right. she stood over the killed doe, blood painting her fur around her maw and down her neck. her chest heaved from the exertion, yet there was a glint in her eyes that he recognized in himself—wildness. twitch had listened to her instincts, to the voice that had called from within.
“you did good for someone who doesn't do it often.” praise fell from his lips with ease as pride began to bloom in his chest. “'m proud of you.” his lips parted with a grin as he came up to her side. his eyes settled on the steaming carcass before he looked to her, “you do the honors; see it as a celebration of your success.” ronan gave her shoulder a soft nudge before he sat. he'd give her the first bite, same as his father did on his first hunt. twitch deserved it, and he'd make sure she was rewarded.


RE: buried in the field beneath the marigolds - Twitch - 2/23/2026

twitch blinked at him like he’d spoken another language.

the praise felt strange in her chest, almost undeserved. had the bare minimum to survival become something to applaud? she glanced down at the doe, ears tipping back a little as the blood smell thickened in the heat.

the nudge got her moving. she stepped in slow, almost cautious, then tore a strip from the flank—she chewed and swallowed with all the enthusiasm of an oak tree, nodding once. …thanks, she said after a beat, not looking at him.