by Zahlee on July 11th, 2012, 12:33 am
Not wanting to over exhaust himself, Zahlee began to climb upwards to the lower most branches of the nearest tree he could find. His heart was still beating rather quickly and the screeching still echoed in his mind. He had never before seen a Zith before and still hadn't throughout the chance. Yet he will never forget that piercing cry, one of hunger and frustration. It was something he would never forget even until his dying breath.
After several minutes of rather heavy breathing, Zahlee finally calmed down enough to look once again at the prey that dotted the ground below him. He studied the miniature creatures clicking his beak at the anticipation of snagging one. So with a quick and quiet extension of his wings he hoped off the branch and started to circle around picking out a rather plump looking stag before I decide to strike. Without a second thought I dive. Letting the animal instincts kick in I throw my head back and extend my talons waiting for the slightest bit of pressure from the stag's flesh before I snap them shut and fly away with my prey.