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Aug 5, 2014 21:07:22 GMT -5
Post by napolyan. on Aug 5, 2014 21:07:22 GMT -5
The livelihood of a loner was a fierce way to go about the world indeed. There was no mercy, no directions to what your mind and bodily functions desperately desired and indefinitely needed. There was nobody to hold your hand and lie about the truth, training your head to believe you were safe and that your demise would never grow closer. The real truth behind being alone was simple; it was plain hell. There wasn't a way to sugarcoat that.
Crouching, the servaline femme would lock her hazel gaze upon a newborn calf, whom was gradually raising to its feet. This was the perfect opportunity, the best divine way to get a pure lunch that she so desperate deserved .. Of course, the idea of traumatizing the doe of a mother ran through the young feline's mind, yet a silent flick of an ear waved the thought away. This was a matter of life and death, and the rouge planned to come out victorious.
Moving forward ever so gently, Khaleesi would arch her shoulders upward, giving the weight upon them to allow her paws to trod with the utmost quiet shade of silence. Hunting was a skill, an effort that revolutionized the world. Call her old school, but the usual 'stalk and kill' would always be primary.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a crow from above would caw with a menacing warning towards the deers, signaling for them to evacuate the premises."FUCK!" Khal roared, lunging forward at the leaping creatures. It was a long and brutally tiring chase, but the servaline figurine managed to jump atop of the clumsy calf, her jaws kissing its neck with ferocity as she snapped it in half. Yes! Finally! A kill that couldlast her some time! Little did she know, during the whole chase, that she had crossed the border in to a clan ..