New world
06-18-2014, 05:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-18-2014, 05:19 PM by Fiamette.)
She lowers herself toward the mossy earth, ears pinned and tail raised to align with her spine as she stalks her next victim. A bullfrog, the biggest she has ever seen, hops across her path and immediately ensnares her attention. She wants it, wants to pierce the soft skin between its skull and spinal cord with her sharp fangs and devour its insides. Hunger eats at her stomach, giving her the incentive to finally pounce. Her paws fall upon the frog with ease, jaws gaping open to snap and grasp the slimy being between her jaws. She succeeds, and it flops momentarily before falling limp. A menacing smile curls the corners of her ebony lips, blood dripping down her chin as she turns to head back to the main pack lands. She stops, both of her sister's scents wafting across her nostrils, causing them to quiver and her brow to furrow. What were her sisters doing out here, alone, and with a male? She becomes curious, and she wishes to know what this is all about. She has a strong interest in her siblings being the first born child, although she has a strong disliking for the black sheep of their family. She pivots toward their direction, and she takes off at a steady lope, the large bullfrog encased within her jaws. The group appears quickly, and immediately she can feel the tension between her siblings, hearing Hesita's challenge as she approaches. She drops the bullfrog and aims to come and stand at her auburn sisters side, brows creasing to narrow as she glares at Hestia, waiting for her next move against the duo. "speech" |
