Post by Jaienyx on Dec 20, 2014 15:14:44 GMT -5
The air was dry, and rather bitter on the tip of her tongue. She found that, as she walked, she frequently had to wet her lips with what moisture could be gathered from the inside of her mouth, bothered by the indecisiveness of the weather; be it hot or cold, she wouldn’t be concerned, lest the two opposed temperatures continue to wrestle with one another, shifting from one to the other at random. Perhaps that was why her mood felt . . . foul. It was lucky for the other inhabitants of this location that they had not yet crossed her path, for she feared even the slightest movement through the corner of her eye would make for a most lethal encounter. Taking a deep breath, she found herself ever so slightly soothed by its releasing, knowing that she was most certainly above those violent thoughts. The weather would be among the last in this world to prove capable of deterring her poised disposition. Lifting her head, positioned neatly above her shoulders to establish confidence and regality, she continued to inhale and exhale the abnormal air that had so unwisely burdened her upon this afternoon.
If she could find something to drink or, even better, eat, then surely her mood’s acidic quality would lessen substantially. Having decided upon this course of action, her nose went to work eagerly, her senses filtering the air expertly for traces of a prey animal’s scent. Jaienyx had always been a graceful wolf, and luckily for her, this grace had entwined itself into her sharp sense of smell. She was an apt tracker, a prized hunter, and had been widely known throughout her birth pack as a wielder of capable power when it came to besting a potential meal. Her manipulative traits proved beneficial for her when hunting, for her prey always suspected she to be nothing more than a hungry drone, blinded by hunger lust. She was much too intelligent a creature to accurately fit into that categorization. Even when alone, she was a force to be reckoned with, unless of course her prey doubled her in size. She knew better than to pursue the trail of, say, a moose without a companion, but she liked to think that she’d be able to manage rather well if it was physically disabled.
Ridding her mind of those thoughts, she chose to focus instead on the subject at hand. Not too far into the distance was something that smelled delicious. She inhaled its scent greedily, risking a few steps closer. From where she stood, she could decipher that it was entirely bird-like, meaning she’d need to be quick and precise if to catch it before it could escape. Quick and precise were two things that Jaienyx believed herself to possess, noting her slight advantage with a dangerous smirk. She maintained a position that kept her downwind, golden ears perked and attentive, jaws gaped, fully prepared to lock around the throat of her next meal. The life of a vagabond didn’t provide her with as many opportunities to eat as she had grown up accustomed to having. Although her newly found lifestyle was admittedly a challenge, she didn’t fancy it overly difficult or impossible to adapt to. What it had taught her thus far, however, was that she needed to take advantage of the chance to eat something whenever it came around. There was no way that she was letting this bird out of her sight; there was no way that she was letting this bird escape her grasp. With a final shifting of her hind legs, she lunged forward with a burst of remarkable speed, upon the disadvantaged mammal before it even had a chance to process that its life was being threatened. The liveliness and, more prominently, the fear in its bulbous eyes dimmed within seconds of its neck being snapped, not a moment spared in which it would have been able to shriek. She was an elusive hunter; her target would be dead before it even knew that it was being hunted.
Her expression was arranged into something self-righteous, uncannily dark eyes glistening like polished diamonds. Allowing her catch to fall limply from her jaws, she began the dexterous process of cleansing her fur of what blood managed to corrupt its perfection.There was little to fret over, save for a few smears around her lips. Tracing her tongue around them, repeating this until the taste of blood was near non-existent, she was finally ready to settle down, soothing her heartbeat, to enjoy the meal that she had worked for. Or at least, that is what she had thought . . .
In the span of a single second, her head had arched over her shoulder blade, eyes ablaze as they fixated upon the whimpering form of a tiny, repulsive coyote. Her golden lips slowly peeled away from her sharp teeth, a low growl rumbling in her chest. She was absolutely appalled that this foolish animal had approached her; it was entirely likely that it lacked any brain cells or common sense. She believed that the coyote was focused on nothing other than the empty contents of its stomach, because not even the flashing of her jaws - prepared to snap this animal’s neck just like she had with the bird if it took anymore chances - was enough to send it running away with its tail tucked between its legs. The coyote was fortunate, to say the least, that it was female, for that was the only factor keeping Jaienyx from putting it out of its misery right where it stood.
The stupid animal continued to pace ungracefully, whining at a pitch that very well would make her ears start bleeding any second. With her patience wearing thin, the amber she-wolf got to her paws (the bird in her mouth, so as to not have it stolen from right under her nose) and quickly assumed a position directly within the coyote’s space, the notion a challenge in itself, requiring that it move out of the way or be trampled in the process. With a final whimper, the coyote seemed to have something finally click, stepping away from her in fear. She watched as it drew away, painfully slowly, but away nonetheless. Sighing, finally at peace and undisturbed, she returned to her meal and began to tear away at one of its wings. The sound of the coyote’s mournful cries were still fresh, still audible from the short distance it had established between the two of them, and turning to spare one last look at where its pitiful body was situated, she found herself feeling the tiniest fleck of sympathy. The feeling, itself, was short-lived, but was not so easily forgotten. Knowing that she would regret it, but driven to do it anyway, she ripped the wing that she had previously meant to consume for herself away from the rest of the bird, tossing it over her shoulders. It landed in the dirt with a dusty thud. The coyote remained still for a few moments afterwards, as though waiting to see whether or not Jaienyx was playing a mean joke on it, before charging for the wing in a mad dash. No gratitude was expressed on its face as it trotted away, clearly pleased with itself, but she hadn’t been expecting anything more from it than what she had gotten. The desire to chase after it so that she may rip its throat from the rest of its body was a fleeting one, letting her mild agitation subside, taking to the rest of her meal while she was alone and free of any interference - for, really, who knew how long it would be before her peace was disturbed this time.
If she could find something to drink or, even better, eat, then surely her mood’s acidic quality would lessen substantially. Having decided upon this course of action, her nose went to work eagerly, her senses filtering the air expertly for traces of a prey animal’s scent. Jaienyx had always been a graceful wolf, and luckily for her, this grace had entwined itself into her sharp sense of smell. She was an apt tracker, a prized hunter, and had been widely known throughout her birth pack as a wielder of capable power when it came to besting a potential meal. Her manipulative traits proved beneficial for her when hunting, for her prey always suspected she to be nothing more than a hungry drone, blinded by hunger lust. She was much too intelligent a creature to accurately fit into that categorization. Even when alone, she was a force to be reckoned with, unless of course her prey doubled her in size. She knew better than to pursue the trail of, say, a moose without a companion, but she liked to think that she’d be able to manage rather well if it was physically disabled.
Ridding her mind of those thoughts, she chose to focus instead on the subject at hand. Not too far into the distance was something that smelled delicious. She inhaled its scent greedily, risking a few steps closer. From where she stood, she could decipher that it was entirely bird-like, meaning she’d need to be quick and precise if to catch it before it could escape. Quick and precise were two things that Jaienyx believed herself to possess, noting her slight advantage with a dangerous smirk. She maintained a position that kept her downwind, golden ears perked and attentive, jaws gaped, fully prepared to lock around the throat of her next meal. The life of a vagabond didn’t provide her with as many opportunities to eat as she had grown up accustomed to having. Although her newly found lifestyle was admittedly a challenge, she didn’t fancy it overly difficult or impossible to adapt to. What it had taught her thus far, however, was that she needed to take advantage of the chance to eat something whenever it came around. There was no way that she was letting this bird out of her sight; there was no way that she was letting this bird escape her grasp. With a final shifting of her hind legs, she lunged forward with a burst of remarkable speed, upon the disadvantaged mammal before it even had a chance to process that its life was being threatened. The liveliness and, more prominently, the fear in its bulbous eyes dimmed within seconds of its neck being snapped, not a moment spared in which it would have been able to shriek. She was an elusive hunter; her target would be dead before it even knew that it was being hunted.
Her expression was arranged into something self-righteous, uncannily dark eyes glistening like polished diamonds. Allowing her catch to fall limply from her jaws, she began the dexterous process of cleansing her fur of what blood managed to corrupt its perfection.There was little to fret over, save for a few smears around her lips. Tracing her tongue around them, repeating this until the taste of blood was near non-existent, she was finally ready to settle down, soothing her heartbeat, to enjoy the meal that she had worked for. Or at least, that is what she had thought . . .
In the span of a single second, her head had arched over her shoulder blade, eyes ablaze as they fixated upon the whimpering form of a tiny, repulsive coyote. Her golden lips slowly peeled away from her sharp teeth, a low growl rumbling in her chest. She was absolutely appalled that this foolish animal had approached her; it was entirely likely that it lacked any brain cells or common sense. She believed that the coyote was focused on nothing other than the empty contents of its stomach, because not even the flashing of her jaws - prepared to snap this animal’s neck just like she had with the bird if it took anymore chances - was enough to send it running away with its tail tucked between its legs. The coyote was fortunate, to say the least, that it was female, for that was the only factor keeping Jaienyx from putting it out of its misery right where it stood.
The stupid animal continued to pace ungracefully, whining at a pitch that very well would make her ears start bleeding any second. With her patience wearing thin, the amber she-wolf got to her paws (the bird in her mouth, so as to not have it stolen from right under her nose) and quickly assumed a position directly within the coyote’s space, the notion a challenge in itself, requiring that it move out of the way or be trampled in the process. With a final whimper, the coyote seemed to have something finally click, stepping away from her in fear. She watched as it drew away, painfully slowly, but away nonetheless. Sighing, finally at peace and undisturbed, she returned to her meal and began to tear away at one of its wings. The sound of the coyote’s mournful cries were still fresh, still audible from the short distance it had established between the two of them, and turning to spare one last look at where its pitiful body was situated, she found herself feeling the tiniest fleck of sympathy. The feeling, itself, was short-lived, but was not so easily forgotten. Knowing that she would regret it, but driven to do it anyway, she ripped the wing that she had previously meant to consume for herself away from the rest of the bird, tossing it over her shoulders. It landed in the dirt with a dusty thud. The coyote remained still for a few moments afterwards, as though waiting to see whether or not Jaienyx was playing a mean joke on it, before charging for the wing in a mad dash. No gratitude was expressed on its face as it trotted away, clearly pleased with itself, but she hadn’t been expecting anything more from it than what she had gotten. The desire to chase after it so that she may rip its throat from the rest of its body was a fleeting one, letting her mild agitation subside, taking to the rest of her meal while she was alone and free of any interference - for, really, who knew how long it would be before her peace was disturbed this time.
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OOC: Anyone is free to throw one of their characters into this thread if they have the muse! I need the points so I'm trying to be as active as possible with Jaienyx. Also, sorry for the length! I just kept going and before I knew it . . . I was at a thousand words. xD
Word Count: 1288.
Tags: N/A.
OOC: Anyone is free to throw one of their characters into this thread if they have the muse! I need the points so I'm trying to be as active as possible with Jaienyx. Also, sorry for the length! I just kept going and before I knew it . . . I was at a thousand words. xD
