dont cross this path
08-30-2019, 04:52 PM
Eisleif was content as the day began its end. The sun was nearing the horizon and dusk was quickly taking over the daylight. However content she was the Finnvi woman was not about to allow herself complacency. For a few days now she scented a lingering presence that was very much not welcomed around camp. Their recent activities had drawn the attention of many, and they were still appearing but with much less frequency. This one was odd though. The first night’s scent was different than the second but also the same, like it shared a pack.. pride? with the first creature. Eisleif was sure it was some kind of cat, but other than lions they didn’t often make up family groups.
She stayed awake tonight, ready to fight off the predator. If she was lucky she would aim to take its life. As the sun settled the evening gave way to the time of the cat. The light was low but Eisleif wouldn't rely completely on her sight. Her dark ears perked and were not still as she searched the cooler autumn night for any sound of intruder. All of her band members accounted for, whatever was out there was prey or foe. Especially if they were sneaking around and not announcing their presence. The idea of sneaking up on the viking band was no good one. Eis would make sure the culprit didn’t forget it, or couldn’t. Her lips pulled back slightly in the semblance of a grin at the thought.
The Finnvi woman hid herself in the shadows, her bright blue eyes seeking out any movement as she settled within the drying bush. Her white coat was barely visible, and she was hidden enough to not alert any passerby. Her ears didn’t stop moving and her eyes surveyed the lands before her. She remained there for longer than she anticipated, the moon made its way to mid sky before anything appeared. Eisleif was stiff, but not unprepared. She narrowed her gaze at the form, it was shorter but obviously feline. The creature seemed to make straight for the viking camp, and Eisleif wasn’t about to allow that.
What she hadn’t entirely expected was the second form to appear. Before the Finnvi could even move she felt herself tense as the second cat stalked up behind its fellow. They weren’t lions, they were maybe mountain cats, but more likely lynx or bobcat. One was probably a mother and the second a cub, but she could have been wrong. This was going to turn out to be a tricky mission. She readied herself, feeling her hackles raise and her lips pull back as she rolled her shoulders and lowered her center. She wanted them both in front of her, she could let one flank her if she could help it. Maybe she would have been better calling for help, but not this time.
Overconfident the viking coiled her limbs beneath her eager body, her eyes were wide and eager, and she was sure that there was no others to sneak up on her. Eisleif exploded out of the bush, her lims tearing over the ground and the short distance to the strange cats. With the darkness of the moon Eis didn’t or couldn’t fully identify the creatures. They were most certainly cats but the patterning wasn’t clear. They had big yellow eyes that quickly found the wolf's muscular form. Her claws dug deeply into the earth as she pulled herself forward.
Eisleif led with her right shoulder, and with the element of surprise she bowled into the younger cat. She heard a surprised yelp along with some uncomfortable snaps as she ran over the downed animal. By now the second was turning to look towards her, but Eisleif was ready for that. With no mercy she widened her jaws and went straight for the creature’s throat. As her teeth caved on her intended target the viking woman shook her head with a decisive violence. Blood welled up into her mouth as the cats strangled cries came to a quick halt. Eisleif didn’t hesitate to drop the body and return her attention to the second intruder.
The creature saw its mother crumple to the ground and didn’t want any part of her end. Already it scrambled to get its paws beneath its body to race away from the murderous wolf. Eisleif didn’t let up, and had the youngling not gotten its big paws beneath it, she would have killed it within moments of the first. The creature didn’t linger, and though Eisleif chased it for a few lengths, it was out of her range. The message was clear though, she would have its life if it returned. She snorted with finality as she felt herself breath heavily. She licked the blood from her muzzle and returned her attentions to her prize.
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She stayed awake tonight, ready to fight off the predator. If she was lucky she would aim to take its life. As the sun settled the evening gave way to the time of the cat. The light was low but Eisleif wouldn't rely completely on her sight. Her dark ears perked and were not still as she searched the cooler autumn night for any sound of intruder. All of her band members accounted for, whatever was out there was prey or foe. Especially if they were sneaking around and not announcing their presence. The idea of sneaking up on the viking band was no good one. Eis would make sure the culprit didn’t forget it, or couldn’t. Her lips pulled back slightly in the semblance of a grin at the thought.
The Finnvi woman hid herself in the shadows, her bright blue eyes seeking out any movement as she settled within the drying bush. Her white coat was barely visible, and she was hidden enough to not alert any passerby. Her ears didn’t stop moving and her eyes surveyed the lands before her. She remained there for longer than she anticipated, the moon made its way to mid sky before anything appeared. Eisleif was stiff, but not unprepared. She narrowed her gaze at the form, it was shorter but obviously feline. The creature seemed to make straight for the viking camp, and Eisleif wasn’t about to allow that.
What she hadn’t entirely expected was the second form to appear. Before the Finnvi could even move she felt herself tense as the second cat stalked up behind its fellow. They weren’t lions, they were maybe mountain cats, but more likely lynx or bobcat. One was probably a mother and the second a cub, but she could have been wrong. This was going to turn out to be a tricky mission. She readied herself, feeling her hackles raise and her lips pull back as she rolled her shoulders and lowered her center. She wanted them both in front of her, she could let one flank her if she could help it. Maybe she would have been better calling for help, but not this time.
Overconfident the viking coiled her limbs beneath her eager body, her eyes were wide and eager, and she was sure that there was no others to sneak up on her. Eisleif exploded out of the bush, her lims tearing over the ground and the short distance to the strange cats. With the darkness of the moon Eis didn’t or couldn’t fully identify the creatures. They were most certainly cats but the patterning wasn’t clear. They had big yellow eyes that quickly found the wolf's muscular form. Her claws dug deeply into the earth as she pulled herself forward.
Eisleif led with her right shoulder, and with the element of surprise she bowled into the younger cat. She heard a surprised yelp along with some uncomfortable snaps as she ran over the downed animal. By now the second was turning to look towards her, but Eisleif was ready for that. With no mercy she widened her jaws and went straight for the creature’s throat. As her teeth caved on her intended target the viking woman shook her head with a decisive violence. Blood welled up into her mouth as the cats strangled cries came to a quick halt. Eisleif didn’t hesitate to drop the body and return her attention to the second intruder.
The creature saw its mother crumple to the ground and didn’t want any part of her end. Already it scrambled to get its paws beneath its body to race away from the murderous wolf. Eisleif didn’t let up, and had the youngling not gotten its big paws beneath it, she would have killed it within moments of the first. The creature didn’t linger, and though Eisleif chased it for a few lengths, it was out of her range. The message was clear though, she would have its life if it returned. She snorted with finality as she felt herself breath heavily. She licked the blood from her muzzle and returned her attentions to her prize.
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