05-08-2012, 12:33 AM
She had been trying to get the stupid crow to talk to her when the sounds of someone dying had reached her. Eyes glittering with excitement Amy crossed the lands, waiting for the entertainment the call promised. She was not disappointed. Amy leaned out, watching as a pack carpenter tore apart a black canine. There was no true beauty to the strikes, though there was power. Yes, there was that. Humming softly she waited until the canine was slain to step forward. Reaching the corpse she dipped her hand in the blood, lifting it up to taste the kill.
Not so bad. Could have been better, but the ritualistic movements at the end were the most entertaining. Amy didn't think she even entered his world, watching the fire be formed. The skin that was taken looked like it was going to make a beautiful pelt later on. Amy might not skin her kills personally, mostly because there was rarely anything left unstained and intact for her to remove, but she did appreciate the feel of the soft fur. The stream of nonsense began to slow down, a declaration that the rite was almost at it's end. Tingling from the sight she had watched Amy reached down, touching his shoulder. A good kill.
Not so bad. Could have been better, but the ritualistic movements at the end were the most entertaining. Amy didn't think she even entered his world, watching the fire be formed. The skin that was taken looked like it was going to make a beautiful pelt later on. Amy might not skin her kills personally, mostly because there was rarely anything left unstained and intact for her to remove, but she did appreciate the feel of the soft fur. The stream of nonsense began to slow down, a declaration that the rite was almost at it's end. Tingling from the sight she had watched Amy reached down, touching his shoulder. A good kill.