Somebody dies tonight
10-15-2013, 04:07 AM
Felicita crept slowly and silently through the meadow, her slim legs and delicate paws picking out a hazard-free path that reduced any chance whatsoever of her tripping over herself or some strange object lying in her way. The moonlight was fading, the sun slowly dragging itself up and over the horizon to start a chilly new winter day. The gorgeous young fae's breath steamed out in clouds around her nostrils, winding and twisting and curling until the condensed droplets separated and dissipated towards the heavens. The innocent young femme paused, stopping to stare with captivated emerald green irises at the coming of a new day. The navy blue sky was now shot through with streaks of pink and yellow, creating a tantalizing myriad of hues. Felicita could look and look for hours on end and still not have every detail committed to her memory. Content with the amount of information she had been able to absorb from the sunrise, Felicita continued on her way. She padded along, not making a sound, silent as a ghost on the wing. A gentle breeze ruffled her downy fur, carrying with it the scent of a brute not far up ahead. The breeze carried with it also the scent of deer. Inhaling deeper and paying closer attention to the scent, Fell deciphered the separate smells of two different deer, one a doe and one a fawn. Luckily, Felicita possessed a rare skill known as common sense; the male wolf ahead of her was without a doubt hunting, and Fell would be damned before she ruined a meal for someone. Felicita sunk low to the ground, concealing her tiny, delicate frame completely within the tall grasses. Her pale belly fur brushed against the hard packed dirt, her bushy tail held straight out, parallel to the ground. The young woman continued creeping forward, even more aware that she must not make a sound. Emerald green eyes sought to find the hunting wolf, and find him they did. The male was large, obviously much larger than her minuscule self, but then again, most wolves were. His pelt was a rich, dark shade of brown, with slight hints of russet coursing through the fur that cloaked the man like a skintight suit. Ahead of him, Felicita spotted the two deer. She waited, and watched. Her patience was well rewarded by the show she stayed to witness. The man launched himself out of the hiding place, attacking the fawn with a ferocity the likes of which Felicita had never seen before in her life. Even on hunting trips she had attended while living with her family, none of the wolves in her pack were so delighted with the killing. The scent of the male was one of pure ecstasy; he loved what he was doing, and he relished it. Felicita waited until the brute had torn the last shreds of life from the fawn until she made herself known. Suddenly overcome with a burst of initiative, Felicity pelted helter-skelter from where she crouched concealed in the grass. The doe had stupidly remained to witness her child's demise, and that would be her downfall as well. Felicity didn't enjoy killing, no. But she knew what she had to do to survive. The small wolf streaked towards the doe, leaping clear over the brute that stood hunched over, his jaws parted to release a snarky comment towards the doe. Felicita's sharp emerald eyes locked onto the doe's mournful brown ones. The doe knew that her time had come. She whipped away from Felicita, attempting halfheartedly to escape, but Fell caught her in a few lengthy bounds. The femme may have been small, but she could make up for it in ferocity and power when she tried. Bunching her back thigh muscles, Felicita waited until she had drawn abreast with the doe and launched herself upwards, gleaming white canines latching onto the jugular vein of the doe. The doe bucked and bleated, but Felicita held on for dear life, jaws clamped tightly shut. With one tremendous heave, Fell dragged the doe down to the ground, her tawny body smashing against the dirt as Felicita continued to rip the life out of her, shred by shred. Planting one paw firmly on the does muscular neck, Felicita released her jaws quickly, only to find better purchase. She sunk her teeth once more into the flesh of the does throat, and with a sharp jerk of her neck, ripped it straight from the doe's body. The mother deer twitched and kicked a few more times before her chocolate orbs grew dim and the light of life abandoned them. Felicita released her jaws and dropped the doe's throat from her maw, hot blood coating the entire front of her body, from her muzzle all the way down to her paws. Panting heavily, Felicita turned back to the russet male. "Sorry to interrupt," she laughed breathlessly. "I just couldn't let her get away. You're more than welcome to partake in my meal with me, if that fawn wouldn't be enough to fill you. My name is Felicita. What's yours?" --------------------------------- Speech |