OOC: Warja needs to make some new friends. ONLY those with non-maimy rapey intentions please!
Flying down the mountainside, Warja chased after a small goat. The creature was sure-footed and far too swift for her, but she wasn't quite ready to give up the hunt. How cool would it be to bring home a goat that she'd caught all on her own? Any second now it would trip. She was sure of it.
Tiring quickly, Warja poured all of her remaining energy into a final push. She ran all out, every inch of her morphing into a sleek racing machine. Inch by inch her paws ate up the ground between her and the goat. It was so close she could taste it. Her mind's eye painted the picture of her teeth sinking into its haunch and them both tumbling to the ground. Hooves would fly and the dust would rise, but it would be too late for the little goat. Before it could squeal she'd be at its throat and strangling it. The beast would fall limp and she'd stand over it triumphant.
That's not what happened though. Her energy stores depleted, Warja began to fall behind. The distance between them grew until she didn't have a prayer. The goat could trip and somersault and still have enough time to get to its hooves. Warja gave up the chase. She slowed to a walk, her eyes never leaving the goat's form. In seconds it was gone, flying between the rocks and disappearing out of sight.
Exasperated, Warja flopped down and rolled over onto her side to recover.
