08-06-2011, 04:56 PM
WC: 737
OOC: Yummy, yummy bloody gooey deer.
The shining sun broke through the overhead leafy coverage and shone in her eyes, causing Tawny to jerk into a sitting position, rubbing her face with her hands. She yawned widely and stretched, not really wanting to get the day started. It was still so early, and her walking the night before had taken a long time, breaking down her stores of energy by a massive amount. Without even thinking, she shifted back into lupus form and leapt into the forest. Her nose dropped to the ground as she ran, ears perked, stomach growling and spurring the hunt on. A few minutes of searching was all it took before she found the trail of a small deer herd. There was some blood splashed on the plants around the dirt, making it obvious to any predator that one of the creatures was injured and would be easier to take down. Encouraged by this little piece of good news, she sped up and kept following the trail, deeper into the forest. The scents were getting steadily stronger with each step, until she was able to hear the sound of rustling in the brush, her body dropping into a crouch. Her head poked through a bush and she growled to herself, taking in all of the deer quickly, searching for the hurting one.
Just her damn bad luck. The only deer in the clearing that was injured happened to be a large buck, his rack standing at least twenty inches, looking shard and dangerous. Good thing was that his entire hind left leg looked like it had been mangled by something with huge teeth. He wouldn’t be able to fight as much, and his running would be shot to hell, so perhaps she had a chance of taking the big guy down by herself. She knew it was most likely a really bad idea, but too bad. After a few more minutes of looking around and getting herself ready, she deemed it the right time to take things a bit further. Without making a sound, she shifted into Secui form, the muscles piling on and filling her body out, a bit of weight added to make her a more formidable predator. Growling softly in her chest, the still small wolf leapt from behind the bushes and ran quickly towards the injured buck.
The small herd of deep exploded when they saw her coming, all of them taking off in different directions. The buck tried to get away as well, but his torn leg was making it hard to go faster than a broken trot. The female wolf launched herself off the ground when she was only a few feet away and flew through the air. Her ninety pound body slammed into the buck’s back, causing him to stumble and go down on his front legs, thrashing under her weight. Her nails raked down his back and shoulders, ripping the flesh apart, causing blood to splash out all over the ground, staining her paws and legs. She was confused for a few moments about how to actually kill the thing, but finally she just opened her jaws and bit down on its neck. Her teeth pierced the skin easily and ripped into the vein and windpipe, while her back teeth and powerful jaw muscles crushed his spine. The taste of blood as it splashed out into her mouth only fueled the hungry rage, causing her to thrash her head from side to side a few times, effectively ripping half the neck off.
When she was confident that it was death, she hopped off and buried her face into the hole in its neck and lapped at the hot blood. Her teeth occasionally pulled off pieces of meat and they were swallowed whole, quickly filling her belly. Once her hunger was thoroughly satiated, the small female moved back a few steps and flopped over onto the blood smeared dirt, closing her eyes and sighing happily. This was her first full meal in a while, all of the small handouts she’d received having given her the strength to hunt on her own again. Her body fell back into lupus form and she stretched out in contentment, confident that no one would come and try to steal her kill. Dark, angry ocean blue eyes slid closed and her breathing slowed down a little bit. The full tummy was definitely good for the little lady.
OOC: Yummy, yummy bloody gooey deer.
The shining sun broke through the overhead leafy coverage and shone in her eyes, causing Tawny to jerk into a sitting position, rubbing her face with her hands. She yawned widely and stretched, not really wanting to get the day started. It was still so early, and her walking the night before had taken a long time, breaking down her stores of energy by a massive amount. Without even thinking, she shifted back into lupus form and leapt into the forest. Her nose dropped to the ground as she ran, ears perked, stomach growling and spurring the hunt on. A few minutes of searching was all it took before she found the trail of a small deer herd. There was some blood splashed on the plants around the dirt, making it obvious to any predator that one of the creatures was injured and would be easier to take down. Encouraged by this little piece of good news, she sped up and kept following the trail, deeper into the forest. The scents were getting steadily stronger with each step, until she was able to hear the sound of rustling in the brush, her body dropping into a crouch. Her head poked through a bush and she growled to herself, taking in all of the deer quickly, searching for the hurting one.
Just her damn bad luck. The only deer in the clearing that was injured happened to be a large buck, his rack standing at least twenty inches, looking shard and dangerous. Good thing was that his entire hind left leg looked like it had been mangled by something with huge teeth. He wouldn’t be able to fight as much, and his running would be shot to hell, so perhaps she had a chance of taking the big guy down by herself. She knew it was most likely a really bad idea, but too bad. After a few more minutes of looking around and getting herself ready, she deemed it the right time to take things a bit further. Without making a sound, she shifted into Secui form, the muscles piling on and filling her body out, a bit of weight added to make her a more formidable predator. Growling softly in her chest, the still small wolf leapt from behind the bushes and ran quickly towards the injured buck.
The small herd of deep exploded when they saw her coming, all of them taking off in different directions. The buck tried to get away as well, but his torn leg was making it hard to go faster than a broken trot. The female wolf launched herself off the ground when she was only a few feet away and flew through the air. Her ninety pound body slammed into the buck’s back, causing him to stumble and go down on his front legs, thrashing under her weight. Her nails raked down his back and shoulders, ripping the flesh apart, causing blood to splash out all over the ground, staining her paws and legs. She was confused for a few moments about how to actually kill the thing, but finally she just opened her jaws and bit down on its neck. Her teeth pierced the skin easily and ripped into the vein and windpipe, while her back teeth and powerful jaw muscles crushed his spine. The taste of blood as it splashed out into her mouth only fueled the hungry rage, causing her to thrash her head from side to side a few times, effectively ripping half the neck off.
When she was confident that it was death, she hopped off and buried her face into the hole in its neck and lapped at the hot blood. Her teeth occasionally pulled off pieces of meat and they were swallowed whole, quickly filling her belly. Once her hunger was thoroughly satiated, the small female moved back a few steps and flopped over onto the blood smeared dirt, closing her eyes and sighing happily. This was her first full meal in a while, all of the small handouts she’d received having given her the strength to hunt on her own again. Her body fell back into lupus form and she stretched out in contentment, confident that no one would come and try to steal her kill. Dark, angry ocean blue eyes slid closed and her breathing slowed down a little bit. The full tummy was definitely good for the little lady.