To Live is to Fight [Sirius]
05-04-2020, 10:00 AM
H E S T E R
His words filtered into her ears, and Hester nodded silently, veering to the right with her own golden eyes focused on the bird closest to her. She was low to the ground as she stalked slowly closer to her quarry, and when she was only a few feet away, Hester dug her paws into the soil. She exposed herself in one swift movement, leaping forward as she threw a paw to knock her bird off balance. It's wings flared wide, as it hissed at her, and she bared her teeth, holding her ground as the bird struck, quick as lightening, nipping into her left shoulder.
She didn't feel any blood, although the spot was sore, and she growled and leapt again, teeth sinking into its neck. No matter where she went, birds were the same. She wrenched her head to the side, snapping its neck as quickly as she could. She was no cat, to play with her food before the kill. The hunt was not for enjoyment; it was to satisfy as baser need that begged to be fulfilled.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
His words filtered into her ears, and Hester nodded silently, veering to the right with her own golden eyes focused on the bird closest to her. She was low to the ground as she stalked slowly closer to her quarry, and when she was only a few feet away, Hester dug her paws into the soil. She exposed herself in one swift movement, leaping forward as she threw a paw to knock her bird off balance. It's wings flared wide, as it hissed at her, and she bared her teeth, holding her ground as the bird struck, quick as lightening, nipping into her left shoulder.
She didn't feel any blood, although the spot was sore, and she growled and leapt again, teeth sinking into its neck. No matter where she went, birds were the same. She wrenched her head to the side, snapping its neck as quickly as she could. She was no cat, to play with her food before the kill. The hunt was not for enjoyment; it was to satisfy as baser need that begged to be fulfilled.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.