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Interaction: Mayet [@13org] Roman [@ReusableSword] Hanna [@potter]

[color=ffce00]"Oh my, lord Atwood. I'll be sure to visit your lands to to see these stone crabs for myself... Surely they would make for a wonderful trophy... As for the hunt today, I'll be sure to stay out of your way. Lest a stray arrow pierce my chest."[/color] He returned the jest in kind, with a soft, inviting smile.

[color=ffce00]"Ah Sister Mayet, but the thrill of the hunt comes from the knowledge that one must wait for the prey to lower it's guard then deliver a precise blow, or suffer the consequences of missing one's strike."[/color] Munir responded to Mayet with a small smirk. Of course, he would never hunt a giant scorpion for game. Munir would only attack on should it present a danger to whatever, or realistically whoever, he was doing at the time.

[color=ffce00]"The caress of the Alidashtian sun and the embrace of the sands has always made your already radiant beauty shine that much more, Sister Mayet. Wouldn't you agree, Lord Atwood?"[/color] He said, giving Roman a small nudge. [color=ffce00]"Besides, I'm sure your bath after that hunt was filled with milk, laced with golden honey, and covered in desert rose petals. Otherwise, how else would your skin make such a miraculous recover after such harsh conditions?"[/color] Munir said to Mayet, trailing the back of his right index and middle finger from her wrist to her elbow.

[color=ffce00]"Anyways, on to the hunt."[/color] Munir turned slightly and placed his right index and middle finger against his lips. Munir whistled as he tilted his head up slightly, panning from right to left. A swift shadow appeared in the skies, descending rapidly. In one smooth motion, Munir brought up his bow from the left side of the horse and nocked an arrow against the gorgeous ebony bow. The raptor dove towards a patch of tall brush, about 150 yards away from Munir. By this point, Mayet had mounted Nala and took off after her prey. [color=ffce00]"Well, Lord Atwood, thats my cue. Please do not shoot me in the back."[/color] Munir said, ending his sentence with a wink. 

[color=ffce00]"[i] HA [/i]"[/color]

Munir squeeze the belly of his steed with his calves and gave it a small kick with his heels. The horse neighed and took off. Munir's prowess at horseback riding was in full display. He bounced on the horse with grace, lithely dodging branches and other obstructions. Munir worked the horse into a gallop, taking a parallel course to the course the raptor took during it's dive. The tall brush swayed and rustled as a small figure can be barely seen coursing through it. Munir fully drew his bow, arrow at the ready. Leaning his upper body slightly to the left of the horse to keep his balance, Munir took aim and traced the path of the small figure in the brushes. Aiming ahead of his prey, Munir took a moment to steady himself against the galloping steed. With a quiet whoosh, the arrow was loosed from Munir's bow. Munir's target was about 25 yards ahead of him and his horse took just a few steps to close the distance. Holding on to his bow with his left hand, Munir pulled back on the reins and slowed the horse slightly. The arrow impacting the ground kicked up some dirt and dust. Munir did not fully stop as he rode past the arrow stuck to the ground. He released the reins and leaned towards the left of the horse and pulled the arrow from the ground, aided by the momentum of the horse.

At the end of the arrow was a small rabbit, brownish in color, still twitching as it's muscles spasmed from the sudden shock of having it's life taken from it.

Munir sighed slightly, mumbled a small prayer in Alidashtian and started his slow trot back towards the group. The shadow of the raptor circled him hungrily as if saying it deserved the kill that Munir had gotten.