08-08-2019, 05:14 PM
Vathmos was one of the things that had changed. The Hyena was rarely awake in the morning hours. She tended to fall asleep before, or around dawn. Vathmos' routine consisted of waking up around dusk, grabbing a bite, then going out for the hunt. She could spend minutes to an hour chasing after one meal, depending on what it was. Bigger creatures like deer, she would wait out, then proceed to eat them while they were too exhausted to run away. She imagined Tanglewood would be utter disgusted by her if they knew what she did alone. These things didn't bother her- they were facts of life.
She had heard about Sam's capture and weary mentions of Kiira's. It sounded like she had been gone for a while and Vathmos and assumed it wasn't her business to deal with yet. She figured Crow would want to do something eventually, so she chose to wait.
Vathmos was walking back into the camp, a mostly eaten raccoon in her jaws, hanging limp as its blood dripped onto the ground. The hyena's maw was red with the fresh blood, as Vathmos was taking what was left of the creature back to her own home. She figured there wasn't enough left of it to share with the clan, so she would keep it for herself.
That's when she saw the creature, sticking its head out of the library. She didn't recognize it, meeting its gaze with black, beady eyes, which narrowed in thought as Vathmos tried to match a name with the face. Her nose was too preoccupied by the smell of blood to pick out the stranger's scent. She tilted her head as that little, hideous laugh came from her throat. Vathmos straightened herself and began to approach the stranger, stopping by the door, only stopping to put down the raccoon, then looking the cat up and down.
She had heard about Sam's capture and weary mentions of Kiira's. It sounded like she had been gone for a while and Vathmos and assumed it wasn't her business to deal with yet. She figured Crow would want to do something eventually, so she chose to wait.
Vathmos was walking back into the camp, a mostly eaten raccoon in her jaws, hanging limp as its blood dripped onto the ground. The hyena's maw was red with the fresh blood, as Vathmos was taking what was left of the creature back to her own home. She figured there wasn't enough left of it to share with the clan, so she would keep it for herself.
That's when she saw the creature, sticking its head out of the library. She didn't recognize it, meeting its gaze with black, beady eyes, which narrowed in thought as Vathmos tried to match a name with the face. Her nose was too preoccupied by the smell of blood to pick out the stranger's scent. She tilted her head as that little, hideous laugh came from her throat. Vathmos straightened herself and began to approach the stranger, stopping by the door, only stopping to put down the raccoon, then looking the cat up and down.
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