05-22-2009, 03:34 AM
Zana smiled to herself as she skipped down the beach happily. She had finally learned how to win in the little war with the seagulls and though she now had to bait them with food to come down from the skies she was slowly putting a dent in their numbers. The birds weren't the tastiest thing in the world either, but they were food. The ones she hunted today she would not eat though, instead she'd let their own comrades feast on their flesh. The stupid cannibals. She had set up a little place just over the next sand dune with a few old smelly fish that she knew would cause the gulls to happily cause a stir and come down in masses to fight over the nasty carcasses. She didn't like having to find the smelly old dead fish but she liked when the gulls began to panic when her little darts cut into their numbers.
She sat behind a large old log that had been blown ashore sometime in a storm a long time ago preparing her little darts as her little orbs glared at the sea gulls feasting over on the other side. Her large two toned ears pricked up as she loaded one of the darts and peeked her head over the driftwood. Her eyes danced with excitement as she cackled to herself, knowing that the gulls would ignore her for the most part in their frantic fights for the putrid meat. She quickly brought the shooter to her lips and in an instant the dart had left the weapon and was embedded in the side of one of the gulls. She smiled as the other birds scattered and the one she'd shot slowly began to die. Zana loved to watch the stupid birds as they began to start the suffering process of death. She'd found out which of the poisons were quick and effective and which were slow torture, she liked to save the slow painful deaths for the gulls. Other creatures she tended to use the quick poisons.
She sat behind a large old log that had been blown ashore sometime in a storm a long time ago preparing her little darts as her little orbs glared at the sea gulls feasting over on the other side. Her large two toned ears pricked up as she loaded one of the darts and peeked her head over the driftwood. Her eyes danced with excitement as she cackled to herself, knowing that the gulls would ignore her for the most part in their frantic fights for the putrid meat. She quickly brought the shooter to her lips and in an instant the dart had left the weapon and was embedded in the side of one of the gulls. She smiled as the other birds scattered and the one she'd shot slowly began to die. Zana loved to watch the stupid birds as they began to start the suffering process of death. She'd found out which of the poisons were quick and effective and which were slow torture, she liked to save the slow painful deaths for the gulls. Other creatures she tended to use the quick poisons.