Even Hurricanes Have Names

The  almighty phoenix maneuvers from beneath a pile of moss and prickly leaves. The realignment of her spinal cord pops compulsively by a swift move, she sighs at the repositioning of her back and slowly begins to stand to her foundations. Ushering her way through a fortress of trees and bushes, wandering these blasted lands without nary a sight of any four-legged creature since she came to Alacritia. The slender beast stretched down a path, detecting movement from ahead of her Fayelon rounded her scapula's and pinned her ears to her cranium. Dark black lashes blinked in sync motion as she watched the hoofed beast move against the thick aroma of darkness orbiting around them. She watched carefully as the body stirred once more. Undetected among the thicket she was protected behind, the gladiator preformed a steady, predatory volt around her being. The muscles under multiple points of her epithelium rippled, tightening with the anticipation of her first hunt in what felt like centuries to her being. After a few pondering moments and analyzing she finally drew her skeletal fractions back and sprung forth onto the herbivore.

Fayelon began using her sharp irises to rip through the tenderloin of the beast, her phalanges held the carcass down as she devoured it's essence. Hunger was one element in this dreadful world that wasn't so easily subdued or persuaded, so quite frankly she caved in to temptation and fed her way out of it's hazardous imprisonment. Having not being able to stick to her regulated diet since she has stepped foot onto these new lands has defiantly driven her mad, starvation isn't something to take cold-heartedly. Now with a full stomach, energy and strength regaining it's compulsion and pumping blood throughout her bodice -- fueling her with the stamina and endurance that she so greatly needed at this moment.