Post by mahri on Jan 19, 2009 5:10:48 GMT -5
Mahri had her nose to the ground. Tracking was always so fun, especially when her prey decided to run. In this case, it was a rabbit. Small, quick and challenging to the lycan. She chuffed at the ground a few times, pausing to swing her snout to the left and right to pick up the scent when it faded. As she wound between trees and under bushes, Mahri gave an excited yelp, flushing the startled rabbit out of its hiding place, and bounded after it, tongue lolling out in a wolfish grin as her paws pounded dully against the leaf littered ground. Blue-black fur rippled with each smooth transition of muscles under her smooth and shiny pelt.
Nico was asleep, tucked in the hollow made by a tree that had fallen against another. His was a nature that had his consciousness more at home in the night--or, even more favourably, at home just before or after the heavens' performances at dawn and dusk, respectively. Belly full with the fat deer that seemed plentiful here, made drowsy by the comparatively warm afternoon, he'd been quite at peace--till Mahri yelped. Pale eyes opened slowly in a dark, mottled face, beacon-like in the draping shadows of his adopted 'cave.' He stood abruptly and peered around the tree's trunk, and--ah, there. She was like a black streak through the underbrush, but he caught the scent wafting after her. Calmed, he stretched in the languid manner only a cat could manage, and, shaking himself, slunk from his shelter. Like a shadow he raced after her, simply curious, often stopping just to watch; the speed with which he was following meant he was not so quiet, huge paws a soft thump against the earth.
Mahri skidded to a halt as the rabbit dodged into a hole, her hind quarters hugging the ground as her front paws scrambled for purchas. Her tail held high, the lycan dug at the hole, sticking her nose in to be sure that the snack was still cowering inside. Satisfied that her quary isn't about to leave through a second hole, she continues her almost playfully frantic pawing. A gentle breeze teases her nose with another scent, that of Nico and the lycan lifts her head, muzzle covered in dust, silver eyes sparking with interest and the need to complete the hunt as they glance from tree to tree, searching the shadows. With a grunt, Mahri turns back to the hole, distracted when a soft delicate head pokes out to see if the coast is clear. It's not. Swooping down onto the happless animal, Mahri's teeth sink into its neck. Long hind feet jerk and kick at empty air until the wolf gives a sharp shake of her head, snapping the neck. Setting the limp rabbit onto the ground again, she sits, curling her tail around her paws, and waits.
Nico had enjoyed the mock 'hunt' he'd loped along, following the wolf as she tried to catch her rabbit. He'd watched with great interest as she'd impatiently dug at its hiding place, and, after being missed amongst the ribbons of shadow and dappled, golden sunlight, as she killed it. Tiring of his game, however, he spurred himself to motion again, muscled form fast despite his size. After nearing, he made no attempt at hiding, despite the finicky game of pride he played with his ability to remain unseen; he emerged nearby, but not so close that she could snap it him in shock or something. With those great, wise eyes, rounded ears pricked forward in interest, he clearly was not threatening--just curious, quietly curious.
Mahri put on a good show of indifference as the male neared. Panting, eyes narrowed to slits, she subtly placed a paw on the carcass, nudging it in his general direction, though..she pretends that this is done to give herself room to lay down, placing her chin on crossed paws. Her ears twitched, swiveling in all directions to pick up any sound. She wasn't really hungry now, but the rabbit certainly couldn't go to waste. Her ribs heaved in and out as she drew in quick breaths, heart racing dileriously behind them as she cracked one eye open. Projecting her thoughts to the large cat, Mahri offers in a warm tone, hinting at a bit of a laugh ~It is yours, if you want it~.
Nico was asleep, tucked in the hollow made by a tree that had fallen against another. His was a nature that had his consciousness more at home in the night--or, even more favourably, at home just before or after the heavens' performances at dawn and dusk, respectively. Belly full with the fat deer that seemed plentiful here, made drowsy by the comparatively warm afternoon, he'd been quite at peace--till Mahri yelped. Pale eyes opened slowly in a dark, mottled face, beacon-like in the draping shadows of his adopted 'cave.' He stood abruptly and peered around the tree's trunk, and--ah, there. She was like a black streak through the underbrush, but he caught the scent wafting after her. Calmed, he stretched in the languid manner only a cat could manage, and, shaking himself, slunk from his shelter. Like a shadow he raced after her, simply curious, often stopping just to watch; the speed with which he was following meant he was not so quiet, huge paws a soft thump against the earth.
Mahri skidded to a halt as the rabbit dodged into a hole, her hind quarters hugging the ground as her front paws scrambled for purchas. Her tail held high, the lycan dug at the hole, sticking her nose in to be sure that the snack was still cowering inside. Satisfied that her quary isn't about to leave through a second hole, she continues her almost playfully frantic pawing. A gentle breeze teases her nose with another scent, that of Nico and the lycan lifts her head, muzzle covered in dust, silver eyes sparking with interest and the need to complete the hunt as they glance from tree to tree, searching the shadows. With a grunt, Mahri turns back to the hole, distracted when a soft delicate head pokes out to see if the coast is clear. It's not. Swooping down onto the happless animal, Mahri's teeth sink into its neck. Long hind feet jerk and kick at empty air until the wolf gives a sharp shake of her head, snapping the neck. Setting the limp rabbit onto the ground again, she sits, curling her tail around her paws, and waits.
Nico had enjoyed the mock 'hunt' he'd loped along, following the wolf as she tried to catch her rabbit. He'd watched with great interest as she'd impatiently dug at its hiding place, and, after being missed amongst the ribbons of shadow and dappled, golden sunlight, as she killed it. Tiring of his game, however, he spurred himself to motion again, muscled form fast despite his size. After nearing, he made no attempt at hiding, despite the finicky game of pride he played with his ability to remain unseen; he emerged nearby, but not so close that she could snap it him in shock or something. With those great, wise eyes, rounded ears pricked forward in interest, he clearly was not threatening--just curious, quietly curious.
Mahri put on a good show of indifference as the male neared. Panting, eyes narrowed to slits, she subtly placed a paw on the carcass, nudging it in his general direction, though..she pretends that this is done to give herself room to lay down, placing her chin on crossed paws. Her ears twitched, swiveling in all directions to pick up any sound. She wasn't really hungry now, but the rabbit certainly couldn't go to waste. Her ribs heaved in and out as she drew in quick breaths, heart racing dileriously behind them as she cracked one eye open. Projecting her thoughts to the large cat, Mahri offers in a warm tone, hinting at a bit of a laugh ~It is yours, if you want it~.