Post by Zira on Sept 25, 2019 3:07:08 GMT
(January 27, open to all Cursed Thorns and unaffiliated in the area. Set evening.)
Her belly fur barely touched the ground beneath her as she stared, eyes wide and focused as she zeroed in on the fat hog before her. She really did enjoy these fat creatures. They were almost like warthogs but their flesh tasted deliciously sweeter. And the sounds they made when they shrieked. Her ears flicked upwards softly as she watched the hog snuffled about the forest floor looking for who knew what. It mane stuck up behind it like an adolescent lion, bristly hair not moving in the hot wind. Zira grinned and pinned her ears back. She would catch this thing. She was a winner.
Despite the slash above her head healing rather slowly, Zira saw everything that happened in battle a victory. They'd gotten so much, Scar had been proud of her, it was perfect. And she could not wait to see what Maleficent had in store for them. Once slightly skeptical, Zira now was fully on the side of the dark fairy. But if she said not killing again Zira was going to be very cross.
Itching to hook her claws into something she'd gone hunting with the intention of bringing back whatever she killed to the camp. She didn't want to eat, it was all about the hunt. It was about stalking the creature, wearing it down and finally fighting it to the floor of the forest before letting the blood spill into the grass. She ran her tongue over her sharp teeth and gave a chuckle. The hog turned but it was too late for running, too late for flight. Now was the time for fight. And she loved it when they fought back.
Digging her ebony claws into the bristled pelt of the pig, she felt them pierce the flesh beneath her paws. A grin appeared on her face as she lifted up and bit into the pig's thick neck. It was over in minutes. Too bad. She was here for the fight and nothing else.
Soon the queen of the Outlands was dragging her kill back to the center of the jungle by the leg. A trail of blood let all animals around her know she wasn't to be trifled with. She dropped the pig in the clearing and sat down to wash her paws.
All in all it was a good day.
Her belly fur barely touched the ground beneath her as she stared, eyes wide and focused as she zeroed in on the fat hog before her. She really did enjoy these fat creatures. They were almost like warthogs but their flesh tasted deliciously sweeter. And the sounds they made when they shrieked. Her ears flicked upwards softly as she watched the hog snuffled about the forest floor looking for who knew what. It mane stuck up behind it like an adolescent lion, bristly hair not moving in the hot wind. Zira grinned and pinned her ears back. She would catch this thing. She was a winner.
Despite the slash above her head healing rather slowly, Zira saw everything that happened in battle a victory. They'd gotten so much, Scar had been proud of her, it was perfect. And she could not wait to see what Maleficent had in store for them. Once slightly skeptical, Zira now was fully on the side of the dark fairy. But if she said not killing again Zira was going to be very cross.
Itching to hook her claws into something she'd gone hunting with the intention of bringing back whatever she killed to the camp. She didn't want to eat, it was all about the hunt. It was about stalking the creature, wearing it down and finally fighting it to the floor of the forest before letting the blood spill into the grass. She ran her tongue over her sharp teeth and gave a chuckle. The hog turned but it was too late for running, too late for flight. Now was the time for fight. And she loved it when they fought back.
Digging her ebony claws into the bristled pelt of the pig, she felt them pierce the flesh beneath her paws. A grin appeared on her face as she lifted up and bit into the pig's thick neck. It was over in minutes. Too bad. She was here for the fight and nothing else.
Soon the queen of the Outlands was dragging her kill back to the center of the jungle by the leg. A trail of blood let all animals around her know she wasn't to be trifled with. She dropped the pig in the clearing and sat down to wash her paws.
All in all it was a good day.
