Hunting For Drykas... Or Their Horses. [Open]

[Inirria]

Midnight, Summer 41st, 511 AV


Inirria was gliding lazily in the night air, just another shadow against the black backdrop of the night sky, her deep ebony fur glistening in the moon's light after her bath. Her large bat-like wings beat the air, giving her some more altitude before she drifted close enough for the glassbeaks to get her, and scanned the grassy plains with her ruby gaze. Her flight was hindered only by the slight wait of her halter and her gear strapped to it, which wasn't much. She could have procured more and found flying a pain, which wasn't something she'd have found pleasing to do.

Down below, some form of animal rustled the long grass, and Inirria's eyes honed in on the point, seeing distinctly where a human hunter would have seen so little. Her eyes picked out some little prairie rodent: probably a foraging gopher startled out of its simple mind by the passing of a known predator.

A smile made Inirria's face much more feral than it usually was, and she shrieked her war cry at the rodent, sending it into a fit of panic. It bolted, and a laugh bubbled passed Inirria's lips. She shrieked again, warning the world and all it's yummy prey that she was there and that she was hunting. Let them run, let them hide. She'd tear them all apart.

The thought of tearing living things to pieces made Inirria's stomach snarl with hunger. She growled her agreement and returned to her hunt, leaving her games for later. Her wings pumped the air fiercely, giving her lift until the grass below was only a distant blur. She kept alert for prey though, hopefully those human things, those Drykas. Horse-Men, the lot of them. Which, in her opinion, was favourable. It meant two meals in one if she got the man first.