09-21-2010, 11:17 AM
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It’s back. Nayru forced herself not to think and just act. The male’s voice as he raced along beside her guided her and it was only the crack of bone that jolted her from the daze. The noise that the animal made was unbearable, and though it lasted only half a second or two before Nayru realized the only way make the animal stop was to kill it, it seemed the noise lasted an eternity. The squeal of the wounded animal caused her to reconsider her hesitance and sink her fangs in further, using also her claws to rip at the skin of the poor creature. Even once the death scream of the rabbit was silenced Nayru kept tearing at the creature, and undoubtedly it was dead by the time she ceased and collapsed at the feet of Larkspur. When it was all through carnage covered her for the first time, the warm red liquid sweet and coppery on her lips and her delicate white fingers stained scarlet like her eyes. Her heart was hammering and a sort of exhilaration shot through her, so intense it was that she found she felt no sorrow or remorse for the life she had taken. Turning those ruby eyes up at the male, Nayru did not say anything but merely clutched the dead rabbit to her and waited, suddenly unsure of what to do with the carcass now that the hunt was complete. |