04-12-2009, 01:59 PM
The predator felt a moment of uncertainty, very unusual for it, as Cwmfen took the kill. She had chased it off once, but it was large and had been responsible for her take of the kill...it wasn't sure if it was dominant to her or subordinate. It was physically stronger, but it also knew that it didn't want to fight her. Would it be worthwhile to try and assert its dominance? It didn't know for a certainty, and stood considering her while the deer lie growing colder. It was with some surprise that it perceived her submission to its right to feed first. While the social interaction prior to eating had held it up, it picked up on the cue quickly, and began digging at the belly immediately, the sound of tearing flesh exciting it almost as much as the smells of deer blood and innards.
It took some digging, but Brennt was able to tear the liver from the creature, pause, place it on the ground and then tear away the heart as well, before grabbing both greedily in its mouth to walk a short distance away from the corpse before sitting down to eat, the organs resting between the predator's spread forelegs. For the moment, it enjoyed its new status, and devoured the meaty organ first, followed by the spongy one. Blood was smeared all over the fur of its face, to such a degree that the blood that had stained its lips with the first attack had been completely drowned out by the stagnant blood of the dead. It spared her very little notice for the female who had permitted herself to come second today. The predator liked Cwmfen now, and this would extend to Brennt once he woke up again, though he wouldn't understand precisely why he had changed from only trusting her a little to actually liking her. Regardless, he, nor it, had been able to eat this well in some time. The predator knew the same thing that Cwmfen did: carnivore meat was inferior to herbivorous flesh. Stringy and tough by comparison, the food it enjoyed now had qualities which--without thinking hard enough to really distinguish why--it knew far surpassed those of the children it had planned to devour. Nonetheless, there were other factors in the devouring of children...a need which Brennt, in neither form, would soon surrender.
It took some digging, but Brennt was able to tear the liver from the creature, pause, place it on the ground and then tear away the heart as well, before grabbing both greedily in its mouth to walk a short distance away from the corpse before sitting down to eat, the organs resting between the predator's spread forelegs. For the moment, it enjoyed its new status, and devoured the meaty organ first, followed by the spongy one. Blood was smeared all over the fur of its face, to such a degree that the blood that had stained its lips with the first attack had been completely drowned out by the stagnant blood of the dead. It spared her very little notice for the female who had permitted herself to come second today. The predator liked Cwmfen now, and this would extend to Brennt once he woke up again, though he wouldn't understand precisely why he had changed from only trusting her a little to actually liking her. Regardless, he, nor it, had been able to eat this well in some time. The predator knew the same thing that Cwmfen did: carnivore meat was inferior to herbivorous flesh. Stringy and tough by comparison, the food it enjoyed now had qualities which--without thinking hard enough to really distinguish why--it knew far surpassed those of the children it had planned to devour. Nonetheless, there were other factors in the devouring of children...a need which Brennt, in neither form, would soon surrender.