tastes like chicken
09-21-2016, 08:11 PM
| All style and class, Fortune moves across the ground. Her head is high and her eyes are bright. Everything feels lovely, everything feels well and good. She's tracking something, something that's not that far off. Right. Power. She was going to use the power in her haunches, head high, running full tilt across the plane. There's something in her eye, a wild glint. She's hungry, and she's going to sate that hunger. Mad with it, and ready to feast like a king. Oh how grand she feels. It's a little wild. Tracking down the birds by their ground nests wasn't hard. Fortune can smell prairie chicken. They're slow, they're not very bright, and if she crashes through a nest quickly enough she should be able to pluck a nice juicy bird right out of his home. Honed in on the location, a low copse of sage, she's ready and willing to grab dinner. Not long off, Fortune as a spring in her step. She's ready. fortune shock & awe |