Post by mystic on Apr 19, 2010 16:56:35 GMT -5
Who knows how long had it actually been since my last meal? My toes were numb, and my body begged for a rest, but i pressed on as if i had some kind of duty to patrol this land. Paws shifted through the never-ending field of frozen grass, then I suddenly froze and muscles locked up, refusing to move. Nairs flared pulling in the freezing air that stung the inside of my sensitive nose. I sneezed an rubbed my nose a few times, stumbling forward a bit. Then optics locked onto a hare that darted over the snow in fear of me. I darted after it, paws gliding over the ground two at a time, skidding in the snow on sharp turns. I tripped it up making it tumble several times before stopping against a tree, there it took its last breaths and uttered a faint squeal before my fangs closed around its fragile neck, snapping it in half.
White snow now stained red with the blood of my prey, I reclined on my haunches, pink whip hung lazily between my fangs as I sat there panting trying to catch my breath. I looked at my catch, it was fresh and now the scent of blood was in the air, I knew someone would come soon looking to steal it. I gathered the carcass in my maw and began to wander off towards someplace safe where I could eat in peace.