07-22-2018, 10:49 PM
Versailles is out hunting.
She's not like the bigger creatures of the Ascendants who can bring down an entire elk in one swipe, she's hardly taller than their leg, after all. A sheep, a deer, a moose, they all sound tasty to her, enough to make her stomach rumble with unabashed want - but the largest she can take down is nothing more than a pheasant, good enough to feed several cats but not enough for anybody else. Certainly not enough for the bigger, mightier, stronger creatures - she closes her eyes and dispels the envy with a heavy breath, stopping herself from further wandering what it might be like to have a body as strong as theirs.
Versailles refocuses her attention on the hunt, each step familiar as it draws her closer to the pheasant silently clucking through the tall glass. She can see flashes of it between yellow blades, wind shifting her scent away from her prey and its scent closer to her. Her paws shift, her claws slide out, and she leaps the short distance left between them, teeth finding its mark around the pheasant's head before she can even land on the other side. It flaps uncontrollably in her grasp but she's quick to situate her legs on either side of it, giving the head a sharp tug until she knows its neck is broken.
From there, she waits until the last of its movements cease save a sorry twitch or two. Quick, clean, no bloodshed - just as her mother taught her. Satisfied, she begins the long track back to camp with her kill dangling heavily from her jaws. It's big enough that its talons are dragging across the ground, but light enough that her neck is only beginning to strain. By the time she reaches the camp, she notices... a rather small figure hanging around with Gabriel. She doesn't recognize the smaller figure, but approaches anyway.
She drops her own pheasant by her paws to watch him curiously. After a few seconds, her golden gaze switches to Gabriel and his mouse, head cocking to one side inquisitively. "Who's this?"
She's not like the bigger creatures of the Ascendants who can bring down an entire elk in one swipe, she's hardly taller than their leg, after all. A sheep, a deer, a moose, they all sound tasty to her, enough to make her stomach rumble with unabashed want - but the largest she can take down is nothing more than a pheasant, good enough to feed several cats but not enough for anybody else. Certainly not enough for the bigger, mightier, stronger creatures - she closes her eyes and dispels the envy with a heavy breath, stopping herself from further wandering what it might be like to have a body as strong as theirs.
Versailles refocuses her attention on the hunt, each step familiar as it draws her closer to the pheasant silently clucking through the tall glass. She can see flashes of it between yellow blades, wind shifting her scent away from her prey and its scent closer to her. Her paws shift, her claws slide out, and she leaps the short distance left between them, teeth finding its mark around the pheasant's head before she can even land on the other side. It flaps uncontrollably in her grasp but she's quick to situate her legs on either side of it, giving the head a sharp tug until she knows its neck is broken.
From there, she waits until the last of its movements cease save a sorry twitch or two. Quick, clean, no bloodshed - just as her mother taught her. Satisfied, she begins the long track back to camp with her kill dangling heavily from her jaws. It's big enough that its talons are dragging across the ground, but light enough that her neck is only beginning to strain. By the time she reaches the camp, she notices... a rather small figure hanging around with Gabriel. She doesn't recognize the smaller figure, but approaches anyway.
She drops her own pheasant by her paws to watch him curiously. After a few seconds, her golden gaze switches to Gabriel and his mouse, head cocking to one side inquisitively. "Who's this?"