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08-11-2019, 07:52 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-11-2019, 07:53 PM by Lucretia.)
In one great fluid movement, Lucretia launched from the water and caught the heron's neck in her mouth. It snapped effortlessly as they both tumbled into the water with a splash. She dragged it back towards dry(ish) land. She wouldn't eat it until the bird was cleared from the brackish water. Grumbling to herself, she cleared detritus and wet mosses from the bird's feathers, then set about plucking the feathers from the carcass. It was a bloody mess and a good distraction. Once the bird had been completely cleaned, Lucretia tore open its stomach and ate the fish fresh from its belly. She savored the taste, even if the scales scraped her throat going down. It had already been sanitized by the bird's own innards and acids. In fact, it added a nice flavor overall. She eyed the feathers she'd plucked, then called her for companion to collect them in her tiny fists. Feverfew the albino raccoon trundled out from the underbrush, looking nonplussed as usual, and set about collecting them in a tight bundle. She would retrieve the feathers when they decided to leave. Once she had eaten her fill, she redirected her attention to some smaller waterfowl that had resumed their activities when she paused for her meal. "want to see who can catch the biggest mallard?" she challenged, licking a feather clean. "lucretia mutters..." |
successfully hunted a HERON - 1/20 unique animals left
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