01-02-2011, 04:42 AM
[html] Right at the borders of Flander's Field. SSWM: 406
It felt strange to be in her secui form, but so rarely did go in any form other than optime it made the hunt all the more exhilarating. Before leaving her green house she had stripped her body of the usual decorations, the anklet from Bris and the necklace from Gideon. Her dagger too was left behind; it was useless to her when she moved on four feet. It was perhaps that she was so comfortable using the dagger and wearing the jewelry that she preferred her optime body, but she was skilled in stealth with all three forms, as well as hunting and stalking. To practice in all forms was wise, Nayru knew this, so she made a point to every once in a while if she hadn’t lately hunted as secui or lupus to do so. Even though she was armed with only her bare fangs the buck didn't stand a chance.
The young creature had only a small antler rack, he probably wasn't very old. He was spry though and moved quickly through the pack lands. What had possessed him to move towards Flander's Field, Nayru didn't know but she followed his scent through Berwick and into the graveyard with ease. When she finally had spotted him she simply watched for a long while. How gracefully he moved! The long legged beast picked his way among the stones of dead humans, carefully where he stepped least he break a leg. Nayru smiled wickedly when she finally did move from her hiding spot, knowing that when she leaped for his throat he would panic, and probably before death found him a leg or two might get broken. It was a problem for deer, but an advantage for her.
Sprinting toward the buck, the animal gave chase and brown flash was quickly followed by a blur of black and white. When the deer leaped over a rather large gravestone Nayru skirted around it, and when the deer swung its course to avoid a monument, Nayru soared over that. She was gaining on the creature who was fleeing from her, and in turn fleeing from Dahlia de Mai. They crossed the border of the pack lands, and soon, so soon, the buck would be beneath her, in the last throws of death and the young girl would have yet another kill to drag home for herself, or share at the Victorian house with all her family.
It felt strange to be in her secui form, but so rarely did go in any form other than optime it made the hunt all the more exhilarating. Before leaving her green house she had stripped her body of the usual decorations, the anklet from Bris and the necklace from Gideon. Her dagger too was left behind; it was useless to her when she moved on four feet. It was perhaps that she was so comfortable using the dagger and wearing the jewelry that she preferred her optime body, but she was skilled in stealth with all three forms, as well as hunting and stalking. To practice in all forms was wise, Nayru knew this, so she made a point to every once in a while if she hadn’t lately hunted as secui or lupus to do so. Even though she was armed with only her bare fangs the buck didn't stand a chance.
The young creature had only a small antler rack, he probably wasn't very old. He was spry though and moved quickly through the pack lands. What had possessed him to move towards Flander's Field, Nayru didn't know but she followed his scent through Berwick and into the graveyard with ease. When she finally had spotted him she simply watched for a long while. How gracefully he moved! The long legged beast picked his way among the stones of dead humans, carefully where he stepped least he break a leg. Nayru smiled wickedly when she finally did move from her hiding spot, knowing that when she leaped for his throat he would panic, and probably before death found him a leg or two might get broken. It was a problem for deer, but an advantage for her.
Sprinting toward the buck, the animal gave chase and brown flash was quickly followed by a blur of black and white. When the deer leaped over a rather large gravestone Nayru skirted around it, and when the deer swung its course to avoid a monument, Nayru soared over that. She was gaining on the creature who was fleeing from her, and in turn fleeing from Dahlia de Mai. They crossed the border of the pack lands, and soon, so soon, the buck would be beneath her, in the last throws of death and the young girl would have yet another kill to drag home for herself, or share at the Victorian house with all her family.