01-17-2021, 06:56 PM
Ghostly wings moved through the air, silent and undetectable to the naked hearing. Her eyes searched and move, there was no room for mistakes as she easily curved though the skies. This foreign land did not bother her, she moved through it as easily as the trees of the forest that she had been born in. Spotting something it drew her attention and she watched the thing skitter across the ground. As unaware of her as many others had been as she flew over their heads. Most took her for nothing more than a non sentient bird. A large barn owl that lived among them and shared this place but then again perhaps some were curious. This tropical domain was not the most natural place for her to be but she hardly took notice of this. Pulling her wings forward just a bit to slow herself her eyes still stayed focused on the skittering vermin that moved through the brush. Her claws drew forward as she curved herself in an angled dive. Wind whipped through her feathers and she saw the angle, saw the speed in which she needed as she pushed her wings back further and then snapped them forward. Glinting talons came into contact with flesh, the shrill squeak of pain sounding out before she pushed herself back up and toward the trees.
It was here that she settled, shifting one toe backwards to help her grip the tree better. The rat was not dead yet and she was more intrigued to watch it squirm and struggle beneath her talons. Blood slipped along the branch and she flared her wings once before she pulled them against her body. Most usually killed their prey outright but she was more than content to watch it squirm in terror for a moment before her sharp beak came into contact with it's neck. That stopped the loud noises it was making and she tucked into her meal. Her metal encased claws clutched the rat and she tore it open with ease, snapping her beak here and there before golden red orbs lifted up to look around herself. Her white and brown dusted form became still for a moment before she went back to eating. She was making sure to keep herself informed about what was going on around her.
It was here that she settled, shifting one toe backwards to help her grip the tree better. The rat was not dead yet and she was more intrigued to watch it squirm and struggle beneath her talons. Blood slipped along the branch and she flared her wings once before she pulled them against her body. Most usually killed their prey outright but she was more than content to watch it squirm in terror for a moment before her sharp beak came into contact with it's neck. That stopped the loud noises it was making and she tucked into her meal. Her metal encased claws clutched the rat and she tore it open with ease, snapping her beak here and there before golden red orbs lifted up to look around herself. Her white and brown dusted form became still for a moment before she went back to eating. She was making sure to keep herself informed about what was going on around her.