08-20-2019, 08:50 AM
Hunters and prey. That’s all they are in this vast world. Skaide could easily count as both as she stands adjacent to the tree, still camouflaged and still hungry. There’s only the rise and fall of her breaths and the shifting of her vigilant eyes that give off signs of life. A squirrel scrambles down the tree, pausing once and twitching its nose hesitantly. Venom begins to trickle down Skaide’s fangs as she prepares to lunge and ensure her meal. Its quickened heartbeat bangs like a drum in her ears, its thermal reading vibrant and tempting.
Slowly, so slowly, her jaws extend. Every muscle throughout her body contracts and prepares, but then there is a noise.
A twig snaps.
Another squirrel screams.
Her meal flees.
It takes all of Skaide’s energy not to whip around and lash at the stallion that unknowingly barges in on her during his aimless wandering. A foreboding hiss slithers past her clenched jaws as she slowly turns to face him, her skin rippling to its vibrant array of teal, magenta, and shades in between. ”You cost me my lunch, you know,” her voice is eerily flat, empty, but her eyes intensely focused. The aggravation that surged through her bones at first diminishes. She knows that meals aren’t always guaranteed, that not every attempt will come to fruition; thus is the life of a hunter.
With the venom suppressed, no longer necessary, she half-interestedly asks, ”Why do you wander without purpose?”
i swear i'll become your only desire. i swear i'll rip you apart.Slowly, so slowly, her jaws extend. Every muscle throughout her body contracts and prepares, but then there is a noise.
A twig snaps.
Another squirrel screams.
Her meal flees.
It takes all of Skaide’s energy not to whip around and lash at the stallion that unknowingly barges in on her during his aimless wandering. A foreboding hiss slithers past her clenched jaws as she slowly turns to face him, her skin rippling to its vibrant array of teal, magenta, and shades in between. ”You cost me my lunch, you know,” her voice is eerily flat, empty, but her eyes intensely focused. The aggravation that surged through her bones at first diminishes. She knows that meals aren’t always guaranteed, that not every attempt will come to fruition; thus is the life of a hunter.
With the venom suppressed, no longer necessary, she half-interestedly asks, ”Why do you wander without purpose?”
Skaide
@[Aten]