rumor has it - open; feral creature

[rhosmari]

To be without her pack was odd. To her it was unnatural, unnecessary, and wrong. But she had little idea as to what happened to her sisters. Where they would have gone. The idea that they were dead had passed across her primordial mine though a sense of sadness never crossed any threshold within her figure. She instead began to search with the single minded thought of survival and perhaps the lingering chance that she would be able to find one of them. Maybe. Though it was not necessarily her goal. A large foot dropped upon the ground from the sudden and vigorous scratching that had taken the figure of the youngest raptor that had once had a pack. Her fiery orbs roaming around the area as if she would be able to detect something moving. And she could, she was born a killing machine, designed for the purpose of tearing through her prey without any hesitation or thought.

At times she had even the most volatile of the pack, but she held herself in line perhaps till that day that she could become the alpha. She was prone to more hostile maneuvers than her sisters. The bright green and black stripped reptile stepped forward then with the thought of food on her mind, tail wavering behind her and she curled her lips to show large and curved back teeth. A hiss emitted from her jaws as she curled her hands against her side. There was bound to be food her and her jaws snapped at the air as she slipped her way into the foliage from her years of learning. Ambush was most certainly one of the ways to kill and it had helped bond the pack at one point. Perhaps it would serve still to grant her food.