Population Control

Manea slipped silently through the trees, parting from Alastor as they went to lay in wait on opposite edges of the clearing. Her aqua gaze scanned the herd of unsuspecting prey, picking out which ones she might want to go for while she waited for Alastor to make the first move. She didn't have to wait long before he sprung from his hiding place among the undergrowth, moving like a shadowed missile that latched lethally onto the neck of one of the deer. The sound of one of their herd members hitting the ground made the others bolt, scattering through the clearing to get away from the predator. Unfortunately for them, there was another just waiting to get her claws into one of these tender little prey animals.

A few of the deer bounded toward her and the moment one was within her reach she sprang forward out of her hiding place, nimbly reaching over the back of one of the does and hooking her claws into is shoulders to yank it down to the ground. Her teeth latched onto his throat, biting down hard and feeling tendons snap and break under the pressure before she ripped back and tore open its windpipe. The animal flailed and struggled for a moment before the massive damage Manea had caused caught up with it and it fell still, dying quickly and leaving splatters of blood across her muzzle and chest. She glanced up and saw Alastor dart off after the other deer that had run to try and escape, a wicked grin pulling across her lips as she jumped up to race after him and join in on the chase.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny