Post by Iseult on Aug 2, 2019 11:27:15 GMT
[Jan 15th, open to all thorns lionesses! Set around middayish.]
One of the things Iseult had always loved about India was the abundance of prey. Wild boar, muntjacs, deer- the variety was virtually endless… Yet despite this, they prowled around the border, waiting for any prey species to show their face, as opposed to slinking within the jungle and stealing away whatever poor unfortunate soul who crossed their path. Partially contributing to that was the high chance of running into Thorns soldiers; a chance no doubt doubled with the smell of fresh blood lingering in the air and bloodied paws. At least being out on the border could give them some time to escape, if the situation called for it. Not to mention, she had found her last meeting with the Thorns, if one could even call it that… Less than enjoyable. All those felines in the one place? And pushing for details? A repeat incident was one of the last things Iseult wanted.
Come on, come on. It’s getting hotter, I can’t spend the entire day in the sun waiting for a meal to show up. The lioness mused as she flicked her tail impatiently behind her. Prior to the establishment of her waiting game- Iseult had already killed a small snack and fed her two children. Nothing too large, just something to satiate their appetites for the time being, even if they weren’t hungry. But as of now? Her two daughters were hidden in an underbrush and Iseult was hunting something for herself. The newfound single mother needed their energy and not to mention, satisfy their rumbling stomach.
Silvery ears pricked up at the sound of soft footfalls while crimson eyes fell upon the sound’s source. A baby muntjac.
A baby muntjac that was alone.
Finally. Iseult mused as she stalked towards it, claws unsheathed, from her hiding spot in the jungle’s vegetation. The muntjac bleated, most likely calling for its mother, when Iseult pounced and sunk their claws into its hide. The fawn was no match for the silver lioness, and in no time at all, Iseult was holding it off the ground by the neck. The poor thing cried out even louder, garnering only a cold look from Iseult.Don’t struggle. It’ll hurt you a lot more than it’ll hurt me.
The muntjac bleated again, albeit much louder and more panicked. Alright then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. And with that, Iseult bit down onto it’s throat, fluffy white muzzle immediately staining crimson. Part of the lioness wanted to sit down and somewhat enjoy her meal before returning to her children, but another said to keep moving.
And that was when they noticed it; an unfamiliar scent in the breeze.
Iseult was being watched. By a Thorn. Oh how utterly delightful.
Without even turning her head, the silvery lioness growled out a single question. “How long have you been there?”
One of the things Iseult had always loved about India was the abundance of prey. Wild boar, muntjacs, deer- the variety was virtually endless… Yet despite this, they prowled around the border, waiting for any prey species to show their face, as opposed to slinking within the jungle and stealing away whatever poor unfortunate soul who crossed their path. Partially contributing to that was the high chance of running into Thorns soldiers; a chance no doubt doubled with the smell of fresh blood lingering in the air and bloodied paws. At least being out on the border could give them some time to escape, if the situation called for it. Not to mention, she had found her last meeting with the Thorns, if one could even call it that… Less than enjoyable. All those felines in the one place? And pushing for details? A repeat incident was one of the last things Iseult wanted.
Come on, come on. It’s getting hotter, I can’t spend the entire day in the sun waiting for a meal to show up. The lioness mused as she flicked her tail impatiently behind her. Prior to the establishment of her waiting game- Iseult had already killed a small snack and fed her two children. Nothing too large, just something to satiate their appetites for the time being, even if they weren’t hungry. But as of now? Her two daughters were hidden in an underbrush and Iseult was hunting something for herself. The newfound single mother needed their energy and not to mention, satisfy their rumbling stomach.
Silvery ears pricked up at the sound of soft footfalls while crimson eyes fell upon the sound’s source. A baby muntjac.
A baby muntjac that was alone.
Finally. Iseult mused as she stalked towards it, claws unsheathed, from her hiding spot in the jungle’s vegetation. The muntjac bleated, most likely calling for its mother, when Iseult pounced and sunk their claws into its hide. The fawn was no match for the silver lioness, and in no time at all, Iseult was holding it off the ground by the neck. The poor thing cried out even louder, garnering only a cold look from Iseult.Don’t struggle. It’ll hurt you a lot more than it’ll hurt me.
The muntjac bleated again, albeit much louder and more panicked. Alright then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. And with that, Iseult bit down onto it’s throat, fluffy white muzzle immediately staining crimson. Part of the lioness wanted to sit down and somewhat enjoy her meal before returning to her children, but another said to keep moving.
And that was when they noticed it; an unfamiliar scent in the breeze.
Iseult was being watched. By a Thorn. Oh how utterly delightful.
Without even turning her head, the silvery lioness growled out a single question. “How long have you been there?”