OOC: Hey there, don't forget to put a time stamp! Any day in Spring of 514!
But yeah I don't title them anything wonderful either, don't worry about it.
IC:
'Why is the spring season so COLD! Is it time for Summer yet?' Myra walked stiffly through the Bronze woods, her favorite hunting grounds. It was unusually early for her to be awake. Generally she would sleep through the daytime but today was different. The backpack began to slip down from her left shoulder and with a shrug she readjusted it. In her hands she held her map of Sylrias. It was time for her to become more familiar with her surroundings and perhaps fill out a bit of this map with her own notes. For now though she was in know territory, and it was time to hunt.
All around her the woods were humming with life, the trees were budding and green while birds sang songs of Springtime. A large pine tree stood near by and she took a moment to lean against it, not caring her cloak was getting sticky with sap and pine needles. She took off her backpack and sat it on the ground, stuffing the map inside it. This was the part she disliked, not for the disrobing but the chill of the wind; especially here hidden from sunlight. It was so cold. She worked as fast as possible taking each item of clothing off and throwing them into her backpack until she stood naked in only her boots. She began to take them off as well. The lack of hair on humans bodies, to her, made feeling nature on the body so much more. Perhaps it was the fur the kept back the tingle of fresh air and the feeling of the wild that seemed just cling to human flesh. It was exhilarating. Though that was nothing compared to the elevated sense her animal form held, being able to smell and hear was way better than the nakedness of humanity. But now with all of her belongings taken off and safely tucked into her bag she knew it was time to change. Her backpack would be fine sitting under this tree, as long as no one took it she would remember it's location. Myra dropped to the ground.
To her the moment in between changes felt like splitting into two but being nothing at the same time, which she supposed it was. She could feel the hair sprouting and the cold becoming less, but not gone, her features widened and her sense of smell and hearing heightened. She was now aware of the squirrel above her, ascending into the top of the tall pine. Her paws felt the ground beneath them in a way human feet never could. It felt right. She was whole again though her mind felt empty and exhausted. Changes did this. Her stomach growled. Pushing the exhaustion and hunger away she focused on the task at hand.
Parting her mouth slightly she took in the scents. The musty smell of the decaying plants on the ground mingled with the fresh sensation of Spring and through it she could smell her target. It must be her lucky day. With careful pawsteps she slunk off to the left. A doe or buck was close by, the snuffles and grunts of it feeding called her to it. Her pupils dilated. Winding her way through the trees and undergrowth she hunkered her body closer to the ground, every muscle tensed, placing one foot in front of the other sharply and precisely trying to make as little noise as possible.
She came up on it. It didn't notice her. It was a doe, average size, with a stomach swollen with pregnancy. It stood almost picturesque in the forest, the green of the trees hung above its head and slight light was filter through them. The lioness froze on the spot. Her ears flattened to her skull as she watched with predatory satisfaction as the doe stupidly wandered closer to her. Knots of excitement (or perhaps hunger) wound up in her belly as she calculated the leap it would take to get on top of the animal. She pressed her body even closer to the ground, now practically laying on it. Her whole felt felt like a spring ready to pop at any second, and it was.
A breeze blew past her.
BUGGER! The does head whipped upright and stared straight at her, turns out she was not down wind. With an angry roar Myra flew out of the undergrowth at the animal, arms outstretched wide and lips peeled back into a snarl. Her prey was a step ahead of her and she came down hard on it's buttock claws tearing at the meat but not grabbing hold. Blood spattered onto her paws and the ground below them. She took in the acrid scent, inwardly grinning. The chase was on.
With the deer wounded it was only a matter of time before she caught it. But she couldn't run for long. The deer took a hard turn between some closely clumped together trees trying to escape her, but although she weighed some 200 odd pounds she wasn't a lard and pursued after it, now hard on its tail. They broke through some bushes into a clearing and she knew it was now or never. As a last ditch effort she took another flying leap onto the deer, latching her paws and claws around it's throat. She flipped head over heels clumsily, to an outside viewer it would appear she attempted some kind of backflip all the while still clinging on and dragged the beast to the ground, it bleated madly. It really was her lucky day, despite going topsy-turvy she ended up with it pinned beneath her. Growling she sank her teeth into its neck and tasted blood. Myra held the doe in that position until it stopped struggling and bleating. The life had left it.
Breathing heavily and jaw covered in blood she rose to her paws. She had been triumphant. Primal glee welled up in her as did pride. If only Saarine could have seen that. She felt sure that when she flipped over top of herself she was going to lose it. Before eating she surveyed her surroundings, there was a training dummy in this clearing. She cocked her head to the side as she considered the possibility of using it one day.
Wonder who it belongs too. But really she didn't care. The hunger pains were back and it was time to eat her fill. Greedily she tore into its stomach, pulling off chunks of fur until she got into the tender meat beneath it. The blood was still warm.
Two for one deal today. It's been awhile since I've had unborn venison.
All the while she was too distracted to notice she wasn't alone in the clearing and in fact the owner was here with her at that very moment...
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