Post by Elenas on Apr 25, 2009 14:24:53 GMT -5
OOC:
This is a claim thread for Winter Wonderland
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IC:
Ice Glade twitched her ear towards the treeline and inward chuckle still lingering in her corded throat as she turned from the woodland and stretched her already quivering muscles. She shook her coat thoroughly before speaking quietly. "Now, is the time." Ice stifled a territorial growl and began to trot, her ebony nose risen high into the air, a broad tail parallel to the wind-chapped earth.
She knew she was heading straight for potential danger. It was mating season and males loomed almost everywhere. When she scent marked what she would proclaim a border they might come flocking. To make it worse, they were usually territorial and hostile. She ignored her fears and instead bent down and rubbed her whole lean body against trees, cloaking them with her scent. When she was finished she wanted to go further. Now she would hunt.
The stags today. Harsh reality told a tale of death when you hunted for deer in rut. They were not afraid to use their pronged brow to kill a wolf. Their hooves weren't much safer. If she happened to attack a fresh male, she would endanger her life. She growled slightly at the thought but she did not falter her movements.
Ice Glade's mind relaxed as she became used to her surroundings, but her muscles remained taut and rigid as she traced her muzzle through the cold air. Her face darkened and a cunning smile played over her lips as she caught the scent of a red deer, not far from where she stood. She rolled her shoulders and her hackles protruded from her back as she slunk closer to the rich scent.
From where she now stood, Glade could see the red deer at a perfect vantage point. She could detect any show of weakness or vulnerability. Her hardened gaze surveyed the deer, now deemed female, and her eyes halted when she saw her muzzle. Its tips were speckled with a light fringe of gray. So this female was elderly. She knew now that this was the perfect kill. It would not have much fight left in it, considering its age, and its meat would probably not be too stringy either. Her breathing became drastically shallow, longing pulling at her as she eased closer to her target. When she was no less then a tails length away from the doe's left flank she lunged forward. Her white paws slashed through the air as she took the female, tearing into her with jagged claws and dagger-sharp teeth. Blood pooled onto the ground below Ice Glade and the creature released a loud, obnoxious bellow, screaming for help. The female knew it was doomed.
She made quick work of it, slicing her jugular vein with ease and releasing her haggard shape so she would not be on her when the doe buckled and fell. Her bloodied body released one more huff before she became limp. She didn't smile or strut about as if to show off. She merely nodded. A smile slid over her features before she withdrew ivory fangs and began to cut into the tough meat.
This kill gave the female strength and... comfort. Already her hormones to mate were stirring inside her and she wasn't ready to bare a litter, just yet. The meat and hunger distracted her from her feelings. After she filled her stomach she leaned closer to the ground. Now, she would wait.
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