12-24-2010, 11:58 PM
OOC: Word count: 303.
IC:
Tendons fired. Saraqael felt the warm satisfaction of their snap but did not have time to see the pretty curtain of shimmering glitter she left in her wake. Her front and back legs crossed each other as she charged after the rabbit, leaving twin sets of tracks that were nearly on top of one another. While her bird's chest heaved with the scorch of iced air, the prey searched for sanctuary and found none. The tiny coyote had been careful to set her pursuit in the direction largely void of the pits dug out by the vermin. It was damned.
The pleasant heat was turning quickly to acidic fire as the sprint progressed but she was on her meal's heels. And then she was upon it, teeth flashing, seeking purchase in the lapine's flesh. Her jaw trapped closed irrevocably. She heard and and felt the crack of bones, shattering and raucous in her ears. The pallid coyote thought she could feel the thing's heartbeat pulsing in her canines, though she must have been imagining it because the rabbit was dead, its ribcage crushed to pieces by her unforgiving maw.
With blood melting hot pools into the uppermost level of snow, the Lupus settled immediately and began to eat. She had decided earlier to give up on the fur because it was not the desired white of the rabbit's larger cousin, the snow hare. Also, sparing skin and fuzz was always a hassle in quadruped form. It was relaxing in a strange way to tear with abandon. As its belly fell open, as easily as cutting soft butter, organs steamed and the stink of guts reawakened her tangled knot of a stomach to hunger.
Now black and white and red, the little vicious thing feasted, blind and vulnerable to the rest of her surroundings.
IC:
Tendons fired. Saraqael felt the warm satisfaction of their snap but did not have time to see the pretty curtain of shimmering glitter she left in her wake. Her front and back legs crossed each other as she charged after the rabbit, leaving twin sets of tracks that were nearly on top of one another. While her bird's chest heaved with the scorch of iced air, the prey searched for sanctuary and found none. The tiny coyote had been careful to set her pursuit in the direction largely void of the pits dug out by the vermin. It was damned.
The pleasant heat was turning quickly to acidic fire as the sprint progressed but she was on her meal's heels. And then she was upon it, teeth flashing, seeking purchase in the lapine's flesh. Her jaw trapped closed irrevocably. She heard and and felt the crack of bones, shattering and raucous in her ears. The pallid coyote thought she could feel the thing's heartbeat pulsing in her canines, though she must have been imagining it because the rabbit was dead, its ribcage crushed to pieces by her unforgiving maw.
With blood melting hot pools into the uppermost level of snow, the Lupus settled immediately and began to eat. She had decided earlier to give up on the fur because it was not the desired white of the rabbit's larger cousin, the snow hare. Also, sparing skin and fuzz was always a hassle in quadruped form. It was relaxing in a strange way to tear with abandon. As its belly fell open, as easily as cutting soft butter, organs steamed and the stink of guts reawakened her tangled knot of a stomach to hunger.
Now black and white and red, the little vicious thing feasted, blind and vulnerable to the rest of her surroundings.