Post by Kite on Aug 8, 2012 11:29:44 GMT -5
The breeze tugged strongly at her fur, since she was downwind. A long, slender body ventured through the undergrowth, sleek belly fur nearly touching the soft, rich earth below. The lean young wolf had her body in the perfect position. As she moved forward she paused. The elk cow lifted her head, the small calf jumping around her only pausing slightly before continuing. It moved farther away from her, but not far enough to concern her. That's it...
The tricolored fae rushed out from the undergrowth, growling. The calf jumped, tripping over its own hooves. She was on it in a flash, pinning it and going for the throat...but she hesitated. And in that moment she felt a hoof knock into the side of her head. The she-wolf yelped, rolling off to the side. Snorting, the cow got her calf up and the two took off, leaving the stunned wolf behind.
She rolled over, feeling the blood trickling down from her head. Luckily the hoof had only grazed her head and not hit her straight-on. Stumbling to her paws, she felt a stab of pain to her head, as well as a new headache. "F-fox dung!" She exclaimed, the scent of her prey fading already. And now this blood will get matted in my fur! She knew she was a bit vain, but she couldn't resist the chance to give her beautiful sleek coat a good washing. And this was a chance.
She found a small, cold stream. She lay down, using her paws to work the blood out of her fur. The wound was no longer bleeding, and she assumed it looked fine. She sighed. Her first prey in days, and she couldn't bring herself to kill something that was probably a little younger than herself. Being about a two years and a half, she was still considered a pup to some. Despite this, she had ran away from home, and was later seperated from everything she had ever known.
The fae sighed again, her eyes calm. Yes...she was pretty, and she knew others thought the same. She smiled smugly as she sat there by the stream, feeling good despite the loss of prey.
The tricolored fae rushed out from the undergrowth, growling. The calf jumped, tripping over its own hooves. She was on it in a flash, pinning it and going for the throat...but she hesitated. And in that moment she felt a hoof knock into the side of her head. The she-wolf yelped, rolling off to the side. Snorting, the cow got her calf up and the two took off, leaving the stunned wolf behind.
She rolled over, feeling the blood trickling down from her head. Luckily the hoof had only grazed her head and not hit her straight-on. Stumbling to her paws, she felt a stab of pain to her head, as well as a new headache. "F-fox dung!" She exclaimed, the scent of her prey fading already. And now this blood will get matted in my fur! She knew she was a bit vain, but she couldn't resist the chance to give her beautiful sleek coat a good washing. And this was a chance.
She found a small, cold stream. She lay down, using her paws to work the blood out of her fur. The wound was no longer bleeding, and she assumed it looked fine. She sighed. Her first prey in days, and she couldn't bring herself to kill something that was probably a little younger than herself. Being about a two years and a half, she was still considered a pup to some. Despite this, she had ran away from home, and was later seperated from everything she had ever known.
The fae sighed again, her eyes calm. Yes...she was pretty, and she knew others thought the same. She smiled smugly as she sat there by the stream, feeling good despite the loss of prey.