Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 21, 2008 11:44:05 GMT -5
Slowly...slowly....
The huntress honed in on her prey, senses alert and attuned intensely to its every movement. Its tiny heartbeat pumped racous to her ears. The flow of its blood was like lightning....
The rabbit was stock still, wide eyes surveying its surroundings with worry and uncertainty. Should I stay or is there danger still?
With one last lick of her lips, her target was locked. The dark, stormy figure flew over the fronds of newly birthed greenery, claws locking into the jugular of her pure-white victim. Blood sprayed the ground and dampened her pelt, but she hardly took notice. The last of the rabbits life slid down her throat with a slow, trickle of blood.
Backing away silently, Annanti lowered her head to look into the rabbit's eyes. "Dear heavens above, thank you for this meal you have given me. Pray this creature finds a light in your realms." She remained still, eyes closed for a moment.
Stepping forward, she tore into her prey with ravenous hunger. Despite her illness, Annanti still honored her prey. It was a thing she'd never heard of doing -- prey was prey and wolves were meant to hunt it. Perhaps that is so, but there are things that were meant to eat us, too. Maybe if we thought of the rabbit's perspective more often, we wouldn't get ourselves into so much trouble...
A rustle in the brush around her cause her to glance up from her meal, lips still bloody. "Who's there?"
The huntress honed in on her prey, senses alert and attuned intensely to its every movement. Its tiny heartbeat pumped racous to her ears. The flow of its blood was like lightning....
The rabbit was stock still, wide eyes surveying its surroundings with worry and uncertainty. Should I stay or is there danger still?
With one last lick of her lips, her target was locked. The dark, stormy figure flew over the fronds of newly birthed greenery, claws locking into the jugular of her pure-white victim. Blood sprayed the ground and dampened her pelt, but she hardly took notice. The last of the rabbits life slid down her throat with a slow, trickle of blood.
Backing away silently, Annanti lowered her head to look into the rabbit's eyes. "Dear heavens above, thank you for this meal you have given me. Pray this creature finds a light in your realms." She remained still, eyes closed for a moment.
Stepping forward, she tore into her prey with ravenous hunger. Despite her illness, Annanti still honored her prey. It was a thing she'd never heard of doing -- prey was prey and wolves were meant to hunt it. Perhaps that is so, but there are things that were meant to eat us, too. Maybe if we thought of the rabbit's perspective more often, we wouldn't get ourselves into so much trouble...
A rustle in the brush around her cause her to glance up from her meal, lips still bloody. "Who's there?"
