Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2015 3:09:43 GMT -5
Small, barely-there squeals and squeaks permeated the small hole where several rabbit babies were rooting around, born only a few days ago and yet full of life and ready to leave the nest. Mother hovered nearby, chewing on the tender grass shoots that grew several feet away from her den, beady eyes and tall ears moving every which way as she restlessly ate her fill while making sure there was no danger. She did not hear the delicate paws of her coming doom, padding softly on quiet grass, nor did she see the crouched shadow that crept her way with deliberation and patience.
His grey eyes were watching the mother, jaw slightly agape as he tasted the air with his tongue as well as his nose, counting the number of slightly different scents. There was a strong scent of the mother, and ten smaller, individual scents made up of the young ones. He would have to choose between one bite or many; the mother would be faster, and she did not make up as much as her ten babies, but there was no guarantee that he would be able to keep all of the babies from running off before he disabled them. Making a snap decision, Auron leapt forward, hitting the ground with his chest above the den and smashing his body down.
Mother bun darted off, and cries and screams came from below him, but he had covered the opening of the shallow den with his bulk and effectively trapped the small ones, their kicks and flails hardly noticeable on his thick skin. He scooted backwards, slowly, until the tiniest of openings was present at the top of his chest, and with a speed he had never known before, he scooted backwards, lowered his head, closed his jaws on a single furry body, straightened his neck, and was back into place before any of the other captives could escape.
The baby in his mouth screamed bloody murder before he fell silent, needing only a slight pressure to break his neck and go limp. Auron felt a little sad as he chewed what was mostly fur with a few bites of meat, knowing that he would be killing several more helpless creatures, but his place in life made him a predator; he was made to kill, and the pickings when he was alone were fairly slim. Not many deer went down easily even with a partner, and he was better at catching and killing small game anyway. Though his skills, by and large, had improved threefold from what he was capable of several weeks ago, thanks to a little help. As he snatched up another morsel, Auron glanced around the quiet meadow, surrounded by trees, and sighed. He was living a good life, pack or not, and it was nice to finally relax after two years of battling to survive.
Words || 481
Tags || Calantha
Notes || For when you have time.< 3
His grey eyes were watching the mother, jaw slightly agape as he tasted the air with his tongue as well as his nose, counting the number of slightly different scents. There was a strong scent of the mother, and ten smaller, individual scents made up of the young ones. He would have to choose between one bite or many; the mother would be faster, and she did not make up as much as her ten babies, but there was no guarantee that he would be able to keep all of the babies from running off before he disabled them. Making a snap decision, Auron leapt forward, hitting the ground with his chest above the den and smashing his body down.
Mother bun darted off, and cries and screams came from below him, but he had covered the opening of the shallow den with his bulk and effectively trapped the small ones, their kicks and flails hardly noticeable on his thick skin. He scooted backwards, slowly, until the tiniest of openings was present at the top of his chest, and with a speed he had never known before, he scooted backwards, lowered his head, closed his jaws on a single furry body, straightened his neck, and was back into place before any of the other captives could escape.
The baby in his mouth screamed bloody murder before he fell silent, needing only a slight pressure to break his neck and go limp. Auron felt a little sad as he chewed what was mostly fur with a few bites of meat, knowing that he would be killing several more helpless creatures, but his place in life made him a predator; he was made to kill, and the pickings when he was alone were fairly slim. Not many deer went down easily even with a partner, and he was better at catching and killing small game anyway. Though his skills, by and large, had improved threefold from what he was capable of several weeks ago, thanks to a little help. As he snatched up another morsel, Auron glanced around the quiet meadow, surrounded by trees, and sighed. He was living a good life, pack or not, and it was nice to finally relax after two years of battling to survive.
Words || 481
Tags || Calantha
Notes || For when you have time.< 3