It Flourished with Understanding
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ooc: Forward dated Oct. 29th.



She was not fond of stopping like this, but if it meant appeasing this dreadful creature and keep it from screaming and scaring off her prey, she would accommodate it for the time being. She rounded her powerful shoulder, bidding the bird to take flight for a moment so she could seat herself and the hare. Speckled wings spanned not wide, but unfurled enough to set the bird aloft then let it fall with a soft thump on the ground in front of the seated female.

It watched with wide, eager eyes as the hare was sliced in two down its belly with carefully sharpened claws. Each cut through its fragile flesh was meticulous and clean, skinning fur from tender meats carefully so as not to tear the hide completely. We would need it, though it was small, as a memento; a trophy, one could say. Meaty limbs were tore from their sockets, the scent of kill hanging ominously in place of her protective avian who hooted eagerly, even hopping closer to snatch himself a taste of rabbit. X'yrin smiled, unable to deny his enthusiasm much longer. "Isn't there some rodent for you to catch?" she teased.

The pair fell into comfortable repose with the chatter of Nature as their ambient tune. Her ears were filled with the incoherent nose of fodder scurrying about then suddenly fell silent as they did when sensing a predator. Serene smile fell away to wary. The hunter's ears were on a swivel, the soft pad of steps reaching her ears as they drew near. As if the shadows themselves conceived life, a form manifested then parted from its darkened womb. A striking emerald gaze looked calmly back at her, its bold form folding comfortably to sit. A chill course down her spine, rearing her shoulders back defensively as a protective hand came across her chest. It was so calm... the woods suddenly void of life; the stage set for something ominous.

Was this....death? The Nomad felt herself grow cold at the mere thought. "Have you...-" Had it want? Had it come for her? Perhaps it just smelled the rabbit. She looked down at the forgotten hare then back to her spectacle of terror. "Food?"



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