brave boy - open; stalking

[rhosmari]

His large body slides against the foliage of the devastated island. Watching and looking at the plants that have settled over thick tree trunks and the washed up debris of rocks and driftwood. There is hunger rolling in his belly, deep and unsatisfied as large bipedal limbs slowly press against the soft ground. Large talons shift, a larger dew claw tapping the ground in almost anticipaceipn at the idea of being able to get his fill for the day and perhaps even the next day after that. Slowly he begins to move through the foliage, head lowered as large nostrils flare open and take in the scent of the territory that he claimed as his. The apex predator opened his wings for a moment before relaxing them slowly. Arms relaxed at his sides yet the sickle like claws are clutched tightly. But a sudden movement of his head indicates that he has smelled something. Something that he would think of as prey, weak and feeble. The feral creature isn't one to pass up on the idea of a meal even if he is full as he doesn't know when he will next eat. So the ghostly white raptor hybrid moves forward following the scent of the prey that calls to him. His eyes narrow, salmon red colored orbs fixated on the task at hand. This tail balances corded and large muscles as he steps over a fallen tree getting closer and closer.

Slowly his scales seem to shift, blending in to the surrounding area and rendering the beast invisible to the eyes of his prey. His jaws part on a low breath, anticipation mounting as the white colored look comes into view. He has never seen a creature like this before but it hardly matters to the killing machine. He is hungry and he has found what he thinks is prey. His body lowers as he watches, staying back and well within coverage as he moves closer to try and get a better angle to attack. Ambushing his prey is a key technique and he doesn't mind throwing his weight around.

-- anyone can post! [member=1738]Stryker[/member]
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