Black Kitten Chara: I'm so sorry for the delay! My Internet has been down and I had no way to upload chapters! But since my Internet been down, I got to write four chapters for y'all. Please don't hate me and please review! T^T
By the way, I do not like eating deer but deer jerky in a famous thing down here in the South and pretty darn good. But anything else deer-wise, nope.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Total Drama or any of these characters!
It was the perfect time to go hunting in the early summer evening. There was not a cloud in the sky and the early stars shone dimly against the pink sky that faded into purple. The crescent moon, which came out early again the purple part of the sky, glowed brightly despite it looking and feeling so far away. The wind blew gently in the thick, lush green forest and the only sounds were crickets cripping happily.
Three figures stood hidden with the forest, watching animals like squrriels and bunnies past them. But they were waiting for one of the grand prize animals; a heathly stag or a stocky bear, both beautiful to the eyes of three figures. But these animals were only beautiful because the trhee figures knew that these animals were meaty, juicy, and fresh for hunting.
After what felt like thirty minutes, a rustling in the bushes came from the other side of the forest. The three figures stiffen as a beautiful, bash-coated stag stepped into the clearing. The horns of this animal was beautiful, hard and pure white, ready to be torn off the stag to be placed over the fireplace. The stag was muscular and strong-looking, showing off its muscles as it praced over to the small stream near the three figures.
Then, in a split second, a blast of arrows came from behind the trees as they stabbed the stag. It cried as it fell to the ground in pain, arrows stabbing its legs where it can't move. It wailed as arrows shot at its eye, neck, head, and heart as it finally gave in and let the crimson liquid from its body spill out as it slowly died.
"Daddy! Daddy! We got one!" Two children of seven years of age, obivously twins, said as they raced out of the forest. They stared at the stag in awe as they took an arrow from their quivers and poked at the dead animal.
The boy had shaggy, spiky black hair that went to his earlobes with amber eyes and pale skin, while the girl had long light brown hair that currently had pink streaks throughout it with light blue eyes and slightly tan skin. Both kids, despite being seven years old, were built like athletes and had some scars on their arms and legs. The boy wore a silver t-shirt with blue jeans and black hunting boots, with a watch and a necklace that had a moon on it. The girl wore a neon purple shirt with spaghetti straps, jeans shorts, white and blue sneakers, sun stud earrings, and a pair of pink Disney Princesses sunglasses.
"Ha, looks like we did kiddos. Now, let Daddy clean this beast up so we can take it to Mommy for her to cook." Vulcan Arrowthrone said to his twin children. His hair was no longer in dreadlocks, but he still wore his silver hunting clothes for when he came out for some food.
"Can we help, Daddy?" Halycon, the boy, asked.
"Yeah! We wanna help!" Phoebe, the girl, asked.
Vulcan laughed as he kneel down to the dead stag. Being a professional hunter, he was very skilled at cleaning the dead animals he hunted for farms and people for a high price. He took off his backpack and began wiping the blood off, cleaning quickly it so no germs would get into the animals. He took each bloody arrow out and placed them back into his quiver, which was much bigger than his daughter's pink quiver or his son's black with flames quiver.
After only four minutes, Vulcan had quickly cleaned up the dead animal as he tied up its legs toegther. He pulled a stray piece of rope into his hands as he began pulling the dead deer across the ground.
"Daddy, don't you have to clean it up again?" Phoebe asked innocently.
"Yes, but I cleaned it up enough where I will only have to wipe off the dirt." Vulcan said as him and his kids left the forest, into the backyard of a small brick home on the side of a single road with a few other houses around it.
Vulcan opened the backdoor and walked straight into the kitchen. The smell of carrots, mashed potatoes, spiced chicken in brooth, and BBQ beans filled with home as Phoebe and Halycon ran in with excitement. Vulcan smiled as he kneel down and took out his kit again, cleaning up the stag once more before entering the house. He sat it on the table, where a huge cloth laid for this very reason.
"Bria! We're back!" Vulcan yelled throughout the small home.
A tall, tan woman with slender, statuesque figure that had broad shoulders and a narrow waist came from around the corner of the living room. Her long, light brown hair was piled into tight curls on her head and her twinkling amber eyes smiled at her husband as she ran up to hug him. She wore a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled above her elbows and her breasts showing slightly, a black leather sleeveless vest over the button-down, a black pair of leather short-shorts, black kitten heels, a black scarf with white polka dots around her neck, and many silver bracelets on both wrists.
She hugged her husband's waist as "Hey there. How was your day?"
"Pretty good. Some rich families got me to hunt for them and got an easy $200 bucks today. Then I took the kids out to get supper." Vulcan patted the dead stag on the table as Bria's eyes lit up.
"Wow! I can make some steak and jerky out of this beast!" Bria called out as she picked up one the stag's legs.
Vulcan laughed as he remembered how his little Bria once went from hating the sight of a dead animal to helping him skin the animals he brought home. After the show, it was hard for them to be together because of their godly parents being siblings, but they made it work somehow by somehow getting both Apollo's and Artemis' blessing.
When they got engaged, Bria moved into the little apartment Vulcan bought for himself after high school in a small town known as Forks, Washington. She started to take acting lessons and being a stunt double for movies, making some money for them on her part but it did take her away from home sometimes. Vulcan was already working as a professional hunter, killing animals that farms and rich families paid him well for, roughly $500 a week.
Then, shortly after they got married, Bria found out she was pregnant. The bigger news came when they found out they were having twins. Soon, Halycon and Phoebe came into their lives and Vulcan swears up and down that they got their hyperness from his wife. Sometimes, one of them got to go with Bria on one of her movies while Vulcan took the other on a hunting trip.
Bria looked at the stag with happiness as she took one of her knives from the kitchen and pressed it to the stag's neck. "Okay, this is where it gets messy. Who wants to help me?"
"Me! Me! Me!" Phoebe and Halycon yelled at the same time as they ran to the table. Vulcan smiled as he went over to the table as well, being there just to witness his wife cut up a stag which he found amazingly hot.
Bria placed the knife at the stag's throat, burying it into the fur and skin as she began pushing it across the stag's flesh. Soon, a strip of flesh was coming off as the family stared in awe and completely unfazed. The daughter of Apollo kept pushing the knife further into the stag as more flesh peeled off and blood began pouring off the stag's exposed muscles, causing Vulcan to get a medicine to stop the blood vessels cold.
Bria kept going until one side of the stag was completely exposed and showing its bloody muscules to the world. Vulcan use the medicine, which was a rub-on cream that wasn't lethal to humans, to stop the vessels completely as Bria flipped over the animal to get the over side.
"Mommy! Can I skin the stag?" Halycon begged.
"I wanna do it!" Phoebe cut in.
"But I asked first!" Halycon snapped at his sister.
Vulcan got between his children and said in a stern tone, "Now, kids, no arguing over who gets to skin the stag. You will both get a turn then Mommy will finish it. Understand?"
"Okay, Daddy!" The twins said at once with happiness.
Bria smiled as she handed Halycon the knife first, keeping her hand on top of his little one as she helped him cut into the stag's flesh. She kept her hand on his as he began skinning the animal, making sure he didn't cut himself. But finally, she let go of his hand and he began skinning the stag with easy.
After skinning a fes trips of flesh off, Halycon handed the knife back to Bria as she began placing her hand over Phoebe's excited little hand as the seven-year-old grabbed with knife in joy. She quickly placed it on the stag before her mother could react, already cutting into the skin as she skinned at a fast pace.
But she ended but going to fast that she caused herself to cut her other hand, which she didn't move away from the path of the knife.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Phoebe cried as she grabbed her bleeding hand, stopping the fast rush of crimson liquid from escaping. Bria held her daughter's hands as she took her child over to the kitchen sink and began washing the wound out.
"Vulcan, can you please finish up?" Bria asked sweetly.
"Sure, dear. Halycon, help Mommy clean Phoebe's wound." Vulcan told his son as he grabbed the knife and began to finish off skinning the stag.
"Okay, Daddy!" Halycon said as he ran over to see his sister's bleeding hand.
Vulcan started to skin the last few strips of the stag's flesh as he pressed the the medicine to make the vessels dry up. The cream, which Vulcan made out of boredom one day, wasn't lethal to humans or demigods but it had to dry for at least ten minutes before it could be concluded as completely safe and edible.
Vulcan looked over to the kitchen to see Phoebe getting her hand wrapped up. Halycon stared at the bloody sink in awe, qhich woried Vulcan slightly. He moved into the kitchen as Bria placed the last layer of white cloth around her daughter's hand.
"There we go. All fixed up and better, sweetheart." Bria said as she smiled at her daughter. "How about you and Halycon go play in your rooms? Daddy and I are going to cook supper real quick and it will be done before bath time."
Phoebe nodded her head as Vulcan wiped some tears off her face. She jumped off the counter as she held out her good hand, letting Halycon grab it before they ran up the stairs to their shared bedroom. Bria and Vulcan laughed as they began fixing up the rest of their supper while the medicine dried up on the stag.
Vulcan began working on the carrots as he said, "So, how was your day?"
"Ugh, so tiring. The director of the film made me do like the same stunt five times over because they wanted to see which angle the scene would look best from. I literally hurt my neck because I was being pulled backwards into this hard-as-rocks mattress and went through a breakable wall into a pile of dust." Bria explained as she rubbed the back of her neck.
"You want me to rub it?" Vulcan playfully asked, though he was being serious.
"Please, but after we cook supper. What are we going to do with the stag?" Bria jerked her head to the dead animal as she continued with the chicken they were eating for that night.
"Well, after the kids go to sleep, we will cut it up and place it in my special sauce. Then it stays in the fridge until tomorrow night, where we will cook and it will be tender as it can be." Vulcan explained as he began putting the chopped-up carrots in the veggie soup next to him.
"No, I meant where are we going to put it." Bria asked with a smirk.
Vulcan stared at her in shock as he cracked a smile, "We can always in the living room for tonight. I can put a sheet over it so it doesn't stink."
Bria rolled her eyes as she watched her husband go over to the dining table and placed a sheet over the dead animal. She shook her head playfully as she took out the chicken from the brooth and placed one more layer of season salt over it. Then she checked on the beans and saw that they were done, shutting off the heat as she contineud to work on the mashed potatoes.
Then Vulcan returned to the kitchen as two pairs of footsteps came running down the stairs, with screams of joy being heard. The young couple smiled as Halycon and Phoebe played with the toy bow and arrows, hiding behind the couches and chairs to dodge each other's attack on the other.
Vulcan kept an eye on his rowdy kids as he saw that the soup was finished, so he cut off the heat as Bria was finish with the potatoes and added butter, mixing it in with the scrath. Then she poured the mashed potatoes out into a bowl, pour the beans in a second bowl, and Vulcan placed the soup in a third bowl while Bria placed the chicken a huge dining plate. They then carried everything to the living room with care.
"Kids, put up your toys and sit down. We're eating in the living room tonight." Bria said as she placed the food on the coffee table.
"Fine." The twins huffed as they put away their toys anyway and sat down on the single love couch.
Bria and Vulcan laughed as they then grabbed plates, forks, knives, and soups from the kitchen and brought it back to the living room. They sat down as the family began picking out what they want and began eating, talking about their day as the twins tried to talk a little over each other, which caused their parents to silence them and let each other talk one at a time.
But it was an ordinary night for them when it came to getting supper ready.
