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Cara's son, Jacob. Her second biological child. His biological father is a race pilot just like Cara.
Age: 12
Although being raised in a military household he's not inclined to enter the military unlike his sister. (Although he thoroughly enjoys shooting and similar sports.)
“Nice shot Jake” the doe practically cheered as the arrow hit the target nearly in contact with the other one in the board. “Think you can do that again?” She asked as she drew her own arrow back. As she released it her arrow sprung towards the target missing the two she’d already placed by a full inch.
The young buck grabbed his third arrow, knocked it and stood ready for his next shot. “Don’t worry you’ll do better on your next shot mom.” He drew back, aimed his shot, and released his arrow. This time instead of the satisfying thump of the arrow hitting the target, there was a distinct sound of plastic shattering and carbon fibre tearing as this arrow struck his second shot. “Woah, not that good though.” Finished with that end, he set his bow down and started down towards the targets with his mother.
“Yeah, no kidding.* I guess you want more arrows now right?” Cara asked playfully. “See if Grandpa Arel will take you tomorrow. I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
* not the word she used.
Shockley23
Age: 12
Although being raised in a military household he's not inclined to enter the military unlike his sister. (Although he thoroughly enjoys shooting and similar sports.)
“Nice shot Jake” the doe practically cheered as the arrow hit the target nearly in contact with the other one in the board. “Think you can do that again?” She asked as she drew her own arrow back. As she released it her arrow sprung towards the target missing the two she’d already placed by a full inch.
The young buck grabbed his third arrow, knocked it and stood ready for his next shot. “Don’t worry you’ll do better on your next shot mom.” He drew back, aimed his shot, and released his arrow. This time instead of the satisfying thump of the arrow hitting the target, there was a distinct sound of plastic shattering and carbon fibre tearing as this arrow struck his second shot. “Woah, not that good though.” Finished with that end, he set his bow down and started down towards the targets with his mother.
“Yeah, no kidding.* I guess you want more arrows now right?” Cara asked playfully. “See if Grandpa Arel will take you tomorrow. I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
* not the word she used.
Shockley23
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Cervine (Other)
Size 1050 x 800px
File Size 234 kB
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