Your obsidian feet kiss the earth in every step you place within its realm, boundless by means unknown, your once sure steps have fallen guildess in your time of fatigue. Although you have aged, your muscles are still prominent and useful, but in your tiredness, they strain and shake beneath the inky trench of your colouring. You are hungry you know, the bothersome dreadful pangs of hunger gurgling the gastronomic juices within the pit of your stomach. They are loud and only increase in volume as the scents of prey filter through pitch nostrils. The salmon muscle caged behind its ivory bars lolls forth, frothing saliva dripping in increments as you swipe it mindlessly against dark lips. The taste is driving you insane. In this estuary, you have fallen slave to its euphoria and promise of food. Like all primal beast, it is inescapable to shelve your instinct and so forth begins the hunt. Ruby irises scan the inventory with a detailed plan upon which body of choice you decide to pursue. Mulling over your options, your skills fair more with the aquatic as that has been your choice of prey since your youth -- duck is what will fulfill your needs.
Whisking from your perch, like the silent predator you are, you stalk in the wades of a pool, the tall and thick ferns providing your coverage as you slink in pursuit of the unaware. The thing you enjoyed most about the avian species were their numbers and group mentality. Where you were to find one, you were to have plenty such as the one fishing for grass seeds you spied a few feet away from you. Your body grows aware and inherently shifts itself into an awaiting stance, you can feel the tendons coil beneath your coat, your teeth drawn and prepared to accost at the given mark.
Now!
A bullet shot from the barrel of a caliber gun, you push through to the deeper levels of the water and snatch the unsuspecting prey by its neck and with a swift bite dispatch it from life. In the midst of the flurry you apprehend you must work hastily as the others come to attention and ascend toward the sky, a determinate growl resonates in your chest as you plant you hind-feet rock steady against the loose marbles and leap, your teeth grasping the fringes of another wing. Your victim did not escape soon enough, it too is dispatched like its flock mate. You are now satisfied with your findings and scoop both up in gaping draws and haul them back to the shoreline. Elbows meet the sand with the rest of your gargantuan frame as incisors tear into soft tissue, the sanguine taste of blood quenching your cravings as it slides down the abyssal chambers of your canine throat.
