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Alix raises his bow and aims steadily at the deer, its heart is beating quickly as is Alix's. This could feed him for ages, and after the hunger games took his elder sister it is time that he was fed and it was now Alix's responsibility to do so and save himself from starvation. He had to get this, he had to. He slowly hummed a tune his father taught him before he was chucked out onto the streets along with his sister, this was the only way to survive now, this deer meant hope for him. Slowly he put words to tune as he steadied the bow.
Let's sing a song of a thousand wonders,
Let's sing a song of a million days,
Let's sing a song of a deadly hunter,
Let's sing a song of a helpless prey,
Alix almost chuckled at the thought of being called 'deadly' but he kept himself to himself, he needed that deer desperately. After his elder sister left he had nothing, nothing at all, so he had to survive off the woods that surrounded his district. Luckily he had to go into the to work every dy and no-one noticed that he didn't come out again until much later, he was a very careful boy.
Let's sing a song of a poor heart beating,
Let's sing a song of a hound so hateful,
Let's sing a song of a hunter creeping,
Let's sing a song of a tale so awful,
There was no hound but that didn't matter, neither did the fact that shooting a deer was portrayed as a bad thing to do, no-one actually cared now though, Alix didn't. The only thing Alix cared about in the world was himself. He was turned out from his home along with his sister, turned down for the elderly and the weak. He hated them and still did, he hated them.
Let's sing a song of a rifle loading,
Let's sing a song of a prey that dashes,
Let's sing a song of a hunter aiming,
Let's sing a song of a gun that flashes,
His bow and arrows may not be a rifle but they're weapons and they could bring a full sized deer down, let alone the baby that mewed in front of him, it would be too easy. Alix pulled back his bowstring and took aim at the creature's heart.
Let's sing a song of a doe's heart stopping,
Let's sing a song of a hunter's cheer,
Let's sing a song of a knife chopping,
Let's sing a song of a now dead deer.
Alix collected the body of the deer, examining it. It seemed fine, but what could he tell? He never had eaten deer before. After a final struggle of thoughts Alix tied the deer's legs onto a stick and held either end, dragging it back home to the sheltered alleyway. He had no idea what he would do with it once he got there but that's the way he worked, he improvised.
