07-18-2018, 07:10 PM
ASPIRING FIRES !
nui harime — female — snowbound — eaglehearted — hard physicality
there were few things better than hunting, simply put it.
to let natural instinct override her body. to let her lean muscles flex, to steady herself for the thrill of demolishing prey. it was born into her blood, into her very being. stripped down to her barest elements; an animal, garnering for food. she knows that with plenty of nourishment within the clan, there is no need, yet she will not reject her base instincts.
the snow underfoot is frigid and sharp, yet it sends a fiery chill through her veins. ignites her. nui, thin and streamlined, flexes her lean muscles, displaying power hidden in a delicate body. she was built to be a hunter. she was born to kill. that is the truth of her existence. she was built to look pretty. she was built to create things for her mistress, yet there were core things at heart that could not be changed. such as this. this was her truth.
deadly hunter. cutthroat. she knows all this to be true. she revels in it, and she cuts loose. her body ripples like a fish, swift as it cuts the boundaries of worldly speed, leaving plumes of kicked up snow in her wake.
her prey barely has time to react before her claws snap shut over it's form, crushing bone as she pierces deep into flesh, pressing the mole against the hard packed, frozen water.
she always preferred fresh meat better than processed food, anyways.
to let natural instinct override her body. to let her lean muscles flex, to steady herself for the thrill of demolishing prey. it was born into her blood, into her very being. stripped down to her barest elements; an animal, garnering for food. she knows that with plenty of nourishment within the clan, there is no need, yet she will not reject her base instincts.
the snow underfoot is frigid and sharp, yet it sends a fiery chill through her veins. ignites her. nui, thin and streamlined, flexes her lean muscles, displaying power hidden in a delicate body. she was built to be a hunter. she was born to kill. that is the truth of her existence. she was built to look pretty. she was built to create things for her mistress, yet there were core things at heart that could not be changed. such as this. this was her truth.
deadly hunter. cutthroat. she knows all this to be true. she revels in it, and she cuts loose. her body ripples like a fish, swift as it cuts the boundaries of worldly speed, leaving plumes of kicked up snow in her wake.
her prey barely has time to react before her claws snap shut over it's form, crushing bone as she pierces deep into flesh, pressing the mole against the hard packed, frozen water.
she always preferred fresh meat better than processed food, anyways.