In This Land of Make Believe
07-30-2013, 12:18 PM
Alaria sauntered through the forest, head and tail held high. For once, she was in a particularly decent mood. The comfortably warm Spring air warmed Ria to her core, while the light breeze ruffled her black and white pelt. The moist soil felt like heaven underneath the rough black pads that capped the femme's paws. The powerful smells of the forest surrounded the young fae; the spicy scent of pine, the musky scent of dead and decaying things. With a swift change, the breeze began blowing from a new direction, carrying with it the mouth-watering scent of rabbit. As Alaria inhaled the intoxicatingly warm smell, a rumble echoed from inside of her belly. Well, that settles it.. Alaria thought. Lowering her body into a crouch, Alaria slunk along the forest floor, following the trail of her next meal. Muscles, sinews, and ligaments worked in perfect coordination, flowing across bone to move Alaria in a manner of grace and elegance. A watchful predator, she stalked, weaving her way through the undergrowth moving on silent paws. Ears held high to detect the slightest sound, Alaria hunted. Moments later, she caught a much more powerful scent of the rabbit. It was close. Ria peered around a thick oak tree and spotted the medium sized rabbit foraging through bushes. Taking advantage of the fact that her prey still did not know that Alaria was near, she crept closer.. and closer. When she was mere feet away from the prey, she paused, and in that moment, the small animal turned around abruptly and caught a glimpse of Ria. Immediately the rabbit launched itself into the air and took off. Snarling, Alaria raced after it. Paws pounding on the ground, Ria ran after the terrified rabbit. Her ears pinned back, laying flat against her skull, and her snout wrinkled up to expose glistening white fangs, Alaria was the picture of deadliness. She closed in rapidly on her prey, and with one final leap, the rabbit was in her jaws. Ria snapped her jaws closed around the animal's jugular and shook her head sharply to one side. The jugular vein spurted hot crimson blood into Alaria's mouth at the same time as the neck snapped, and Ria's vision grew cloudy with a haze of red. She stood stock still for a moment, breathing heavily through her nose, as she waited for the blood lust to calm. Soon enough, it did, and Ria dropped the carcass to the ground. Eagerly, she bent down and began ripping chunks of flesh from the rabbit's still-warm corpse. In the quiet solitude of the forest, Ria enjoyed her meal, alone with her thoughts. |
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