Fall 4th, 514 AV
The trees high above her head swayed and danced, flowing alongside the cool breeze. Kicking off the beginning of Fall perfectly. Beautiful morphed leaves fell slowly with elegance. The trees were becoming splashes of bright orange and yellow. She had to admit, she was distracted by the over all change came with the seasons. Tara's hazel changing eyes took in her surrounding area.
There was nothing but trees for at least a mile in before her. The downwind was working in her favour more than she had originally expected. As the wind blew through the layers of her thickening orange pelt, the prey's scent filled in her nostrils to the brim. Her patience was only starting to run thin after a bell. Tara's body was low to the soil, her ears were perked upright as the sweet sounds of birds chirping filled her ears. Birds of species she could not even fathom, she characterized them mostly by the songs they sung.
They did not mind keeping their noises to themselves on days Tara had off. After watching them for bells upon bells in her cave, it was easy to describe them but she was not able to label them. Birds played innocently above the slavering tigress. Though she believed that she went undetected, all it took was one small brained bird to land on the ground and Tara would but on it. Her stomach bubbled with anticipation of the sweet warm blood running along her taste buds. Than it landed, it's small feet hopping as it neared the sweet flowers with temptation and curiosity.
The hunter disgusted it's self within a large bush, it had patches that shown Syna's warming rays through on her thickening pelt. Luckily there were orange colored flowers sprinkling around the leaves, a flower she was not all to familiar for but she did not have the time to question it. The cold weather would soon be coming, how had they not wither and prepared to parish in the season? Perhaps they were beginning to, with age came decay of the finer things. It's head looked up and around itself, taking it it's area. She never imagined why the ground would be a safe place for a winged animal.
They were to remain in the sky or on branches, dangers waited thirstily on Mizahar's surface. It was now or never. The bird would soon come to realization that they containments of the vegetation concealed a predator of necessities. Which one consisted of her needed to feed. The Kelvic leaped from hiding. Her claws unleashed themselves to their full extent.
Frightened the bird attempted to take flight. But it was no match for a starving hunter. Adrenaline pumped through her veins like oxygen. That is when her large paws were no longer placed firmly on the soil. She herself felt as though a pair of wings grew onto her back and lifted her. Tigers can leap extremely high, her hind legs propelled her forward with speed and agility.
Her jaws locked themselves tightly around the feathery mammal. It's blood seeped quickly onto her taste buds. Tara landed on the ground with a thud. The birds once swooping halted their singing and refrained to high pitched screeching that only lasted for a few ticks and they cleared out. Her first successful kill in quite some time. Tara respected the now deceased bird.
