*She enters quietly* -- Stalking Grounds

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Date Posted: 18:35:10 09/11/02 Wed
Author: Zllivan
Subject: *She enters quietly*

Instinctively the Tokathe's body hunches over, powerful hind legs supporting her now raptor-shaped form. Ears flick back against her head and she lopes out into the open, her eyes flicking calmly out into the long field. Her brows raise at the sight of the amusing ostrich-dinosaurs, and yet, she licks her lips at the mere sight of them. Black femme shakes her head to get out of a day-dreaming state and she licks her paw, raising it carefully to the wind. She was up-wind. Yay.

Stalking quietly through the long grass, her animal instincts rushing through her veins. She can imagine her claws raking swiftly through the prey-beasts hide, blood pulsing over her flank, her teeth grasping and pulling out said throat... Her tail blade giving the final devestating blow! *CRACK*

The Tokathe steps on a twig, lost in her fantasies. The Preda Ben's raise their heads, spooked, then race off in the opposite direction. Zllivan snaps out of hunter mode, groaning at the sight of their retreating forms.

"Oh Frash it!"

And instantaniously Zllivan's pulled out her mini-rifle, and is firing madly at the 'Ben's large rear ends. She snarls with glee as one slumps to the ground, and leaps deftly to it's fallen form. She bites her lip.

She got it right in the arse.

With a silent mutter of apology she grabs the 'Ben's tail and drags it over to the pond... Then drops the lengthy apendage in after scratching it up a bit. A few minutes later she pulls it out, carnivorous fish attached hungrily to the wet flesh. Zllivan scoops them up swiftly before they can leap back in the lake, and with a sigh of annoyance for her lack of primal hunting skills begins the long drag back to the Btsa Bug.

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