Post by wolfangel13 on Mar 23, 2008 18:44:06 GMT -5
A black female walked upon the flowering landscape. Her paws stomped on the grass with boldness. She walked with a certain male like pose, but a little bit of female lurked there to. The air was filled with flowery scents. The grass giving off a crisp smell to accompany the flower smell. The mix was oh so fresh and made Ducan hungry. The pure thought of the plump underground creatures lurking under her paws made her mouth water. Ducan was eager to eat. That was why she was here. Or was it something else? Maybe both perhaps? Well the answer to her questions were about to be answered.
Everything in this feild was peaceful. All the animals were quietly grazing, undistrubed. Ducan smiled as she eyed a young elk. It's fur so smooth and clean. Just the way she liked it. She studied her options as her gaze sweeped over the little creature. There was no adult in sight. It was all alone. Perfectly open for the kill. " Perfect " she growled lowly and went into a hunting crouch. Her black legs walked toward the elk. While all the moment she took careful time to check of any sign of interuption. There was none. So her black fur moved along with her muscles as she speed up.
Ducan was trotting and then going into a full run. The ground beating from her paws. Of course the elk sensed her and went into a sprinting hop. Ducan just went on and charged in. It was fast, Ducan would give it credit for that. But that wouldn't stop her from getting her meal. Ducan came in close and went low. Her jaws quickly snapping up the young elk's legs It fell and so did Ducan. She twisted and turned with the elk and wrestled it own the ground. She let it escaped her strong jaws only to once again catch it's bleeding legs. Ducan let go one more time and circled around to get it's neck. The elk tried to run, but stumbled and fell right into Ducan's punishing jaws. A nice crunch greeted her furry ears.
Ducan has won the hunt, but to no peace. The mother came charging for her! " Oh crap! " her eyes wide. Ducan bolted as she glimps the mother elk's hooves getting ready to pounce on her. Finally Ducan was at a safe distance. Her yellow eyes watched as the elk circled it's now dead baby. Ducan was getting grumpy, she was hungry. So she moved in, her black fur rushing into th elk. Her jaws went snapping and spit flying! The mother elk fleed and returned, Dycan nabbed the dead elk and ran. It's long little body dragged in the grass. Ducan ran back to her previous spot and set the kill down. Still the elk was staring at her with rage. Ducan returned the attitude with a sharp snarl.
Everything in this feild was peaceful. All the animals were quietly grazing, undistrubed. Ducan smiled as she eyed a young elk. It's fur so smooth and clean. Just the way she liked it. She studied her options as her gaze sweeped over the little creature. There was no adult in sight. It was all alone. Perfectly open for the kill. " Perfect " she growled lowly and went into a hunting crouch. Her black legs walked toward the elk. While all the moment she took careful time to check of any sign of interuption. There was none. So her black fur moved along with her muscles as she speed up.
Ducan was trotting and then going into a full run. The ground beating from her paws. Of course the elk sensed her and went into a sprinting hop. Ducan just went on and charged in. It was fast, Ducan would give it credit for that. But that wouldn't stop her from getting her meal. Ducan came in close and went low. Her jaws quickly snapping up the young elk's legs It fell and so did Ducan. She twisted and turned with the elk and wrestled it own the ground. She let it escaped her strong jaws only to once again catch it's bleeding legs. Ducan let go one more time and circled around to get it's neck. The elk tried to run, but stumbled and fell right into Ducan's punishing jaws. A nice crunch greeted her furry ears.
Ducan has won the hunt, but to no peace. The mother came charging for her! " Oh crap! " her eyes wide. Ducan bolted as she glimps the mother elk's hooves getting ready to pounce on her. Finally Ducan was at a safe distance. Her yellow eyes watched as the elk circled it's now dead baby. Ducan was getting grumpy, she was hungry. So she moved in, her black fur rushing into th elk. Her jaws went snapping and spit flying! The mother elk fleed and returned, Dycan nabbed the dead elk and ran. It's long little body dragged in the grass. Ducan ran back to her previous spot and set the kill down. Still the elk was staring at her with rage. Ducan returned the attitude with a sharp snarl.