The sky's the limit

Augustus · 11-14-2011, 09:57 AM

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OOC: No problem. He hasn't hunted in weeks, so he's way out of practice, it's more of a 'can I do it?' rather than 'I'm hungry,' So she won't be hurt. / WC: 304

The black misted male kept his tail at a level with his spine behind him, giving it a couple spaced out wags in excitement. The furry being scampered about before him, while he trailed along behind. When he got near enough he was perplexed to see that it wasn't attempting to flee. It couldn't have been better. He hardly noticed the scent of the male, and how near it had become, nor did he chance to look behind him. What did it matter anyhow? He would not bother his prey as long as he did not bother his. He had no interest in meeting him, either, at least not at the moment. He had a task set before him which he was more than eager to see through.

He knew he'd have to strike soon before it could turn to look. He licked his lips once and readied himself mentally to spring. He closed his eyes briefly and let himself be swept away by memory. Hunting with a pack had been easier, with a set plan on who the prey would be brought down by and how. He remembered his mother in those brief seconds, who'd given him a crash course on finding a meal for himself. Her instructions had been brusque, but effective. He opened his eyes and watched the way it moved, determining from which side to strike. Eagerly he focused on its hindquarters. He stole a breath and his lips wrinkled upwards to reveal his pearly, youthful grin. He steadied himself, keeping his eyes and his target and let loose his jaws to snap at the ferrets hinds. His claws connected with ground, and his teeth caught nothing but dirt, he'd underestimated its speed. He snarled and spat angrily, his green and yellow gaze glaring at the little critter that he'd failed to catch.

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