the queen of carthage

Shandom Qi'Vaex · 01-17-2012, 09:37 PM

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Feel free to PP Shandom, as I just PP'd Caprica a bit. (: It's kinda short, I apologize D:

Word Count: 503+

He would like to get to know her better, Shandom decided, after this hunt. Of course, most of his mind was focused on the tantalizing scent of deer before him, fat and ready to be caught with their winter slowness, but the lovely black woman gave him the shivers. She was quite beautiful, and he was quite fond of her - already! As if they had known each other for more than they had, Shandom felt slightly protective of the Anatheman woman. He ghosted her a smile as he crouched, waiting for her move, and hoped she wouldn't notice. The softness Shandom showed was not particularly characteristic of the strange man. It was not to say he was gruff - far from it, really - but he was not one to be particularly available to... well, just about anyone. Caprica, though... She made him smile. Something about her, something about that strange essence she had that reminded him so much of Lea... Save the jade eyes, and the slightly softer countenance, and perhaps the discrepancy in height as well, the two of them could have been twins. The similarities were not lost on him.

Of course, her attack reminded him of Lea as well. Lea was not quick, nor was Caprica; it appeared she moved with intelligence reliant on strength, and he found that to be a nice compliment for what he wanted to do. The pale man shot forward like a cloudy bullet, teeth bared and steps quiet as he flew over to the female. She was doing an interesting move of leaping back and forth to keep the deer distracted, and he supposed that, while an interesting and juvenile tactic, would work. The deer, focused as it was on Caprica, was not too aware of his approach, though as he drew closer the quivering creature grew more focused on the dire situation it now found itself in. Shandom had no sympathy for the animal; it would provide valuable food, and his stomach acids were beginning to gnaw uncomfortably on his liver, which was a rather necessary part of his physiology.

He snapped at the legs of the creature, drawing blood before it spun away from him, lithe and quick. It darted to the right and Shandom shadowed it, snapping and snarling on its frantic heels. The wound was shallow, but enough to slow the already injured deer; this would not be a particularly intense competition. It knew it was at the end of its life, and it moved frantically, desperate to extend its pathetic life even longer than necessary. A low, instinctive growl slipped from his lips as he snapped again at the feet; this time, he was not so lucky, and caught air. Fortunately, the idiotic animal had spun directly to Caprica, and Shandom hoped she would be able to get her teeth in it and inflict a more serious injury; her superior strength was vital to this style of hunting. Soon, he would eat, and he would be satiated.

Table by Aly, code by the Mentors!

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