*A black form trots into the area silently, an intense grin curving her muzzle.* -- Stalking Grounds

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Date Posted: 17:09:36 12/15/01 Sat
Author: Luujh
Subject: *A black form trots into the area silently, an intense grin curving her muzzle.*

*The Meure, blazing gold eyes half-lidded, stops once she reaches a vantage point and splays her toes on the rock, seeming to brace herself against the world. Glossy fur ruffled by a chill wind, the feline scents the breeze, quickly locating a herd of somethings in the distance. Her eyes open fully and she focuses her pupils like a pair of binoculars, her infrared vision picking up on very large herbivores. Satisfied, her eyes focus to normal range again and she springs off the cold rock, long tail coiling behind her as she bounds forward, heavy paws hardly touching the half-frozen ground. Claws still mostly sheathed, Luujh slows as she nears the big beasts, lowering her form to slink and use the shadow of bushes. Almost as an afterthought, she glances up at the lone moon. The red one. A good night for a kill. Stilling her tail, she watches and waits. The bigger of the two was three times her height easily, and could stomp her out of existance if she wasn't fast enough. Opening her mouth in a yawning motion, two saberfangs slide into view, as though unsheathing claws. She closes her jaws again, both long fangs now curving to her chin. The Meure tenses her stocky form, before leaping and running hard towards the bigger male. A rasping growl seems a background tone as both big animals bellow and grunt, stomping the earth, and not running away. Easy! With a fanged grin, the femme charges forward, swinging around to the outside of her chosen prey, and leaping. The heavy frame of the Meure slams into the brown beast, and it staggers to its knees from the impact. The smaller animal bellows once more and takes off running, its eyes rolling in fright. The hunter's tail whips, and the dense knot of bone on the tip smashes into the prey's shoulder blade, shattering it. The beast screams, the noise suddenly high-pitched and piercing, and Luujh flattens her frayed lobes, drowning it out in a challenging yell of her own. Having prevented it from rising again, the feline springs onto the animal's back, stalking forward along its spine with claws embedded for traction, aiming for its neck. Once her weight rests between the prey's shoulder blades, it bellows again, trying to turn its long neck and bite her. She retaliates with a slash to its muzzle, growling, before sinking her fangs into the beast's neck, clamping her jaws around its spine and gnawing. A Meure's jaws are incredibly powerful, but with fangs extended, those teeth would be easily broken if she were to use full force and crush the animal's vertebrae. With a violent jerk, Luujh pulls her head back, jaws still clamped, and slices cleanly through the beast's spine. Dead in seconds, the brown animal crumples as its killer springs away, landing lightly and turning to face the feast. "Next time, maybe I should pick a smaller target," she murmurs, suddenly remembering she's only feeding herself. Highly pleased, however, the Meure moves jauntily forward, snarling at any who may come too close to her meat. Crouching, she propels herself effortlessly over the beast's torso and to the other side, then turns to face the belly. Her long tail winding in intricate patterns behind her rump, she contemplates the soft belly-fur of the beast, coloured a light tan. With a mental shrug, she shoots her claws and slashes a few times, and backing up as a pile of intestines and a surprising amount of gore spill out of the stomach. Feeling her hunger hit again full-force, she sniffs at the cords of stomach-flesh, before recoiling in distaste. Unfortunately, whatever this beast ate would not be too healthy for the predator. Upset, but still proud of the kill, Luujh trots backwards, then leaps onto its flank, glancing at the weak hind legs before turning to the muscular shoulders of the prey. Here was good meat! Quickly, she set about to skinning a section, before she yawned and retracted her saberfangs again. They had no place in eating. With gusto, she sets to her meal, stomach quickly ceasing its audible complaints as she fills herself with rich, warm, and fatty meat.*

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*The blue-furred Tuatha slinks up, every molecule of her limber form straining for silence.* -- Rainer, 11:08:58 12/21/01 Fri
- *Snarling as a stranger rockets over her head, the Meure drops the slab of meat in her jaws and spins. Snarling viciously, she springs down, landing a few feet from Rainer and whipping her deadly tail towards the thief's skull, intending to crush it, unknowing that this was a fellow Terolian.* (NT) -- Luujh, 19:31:23 12/21/01 Fri
  - *Golden eyes widen.* -- Rainer, 13:43:39 12/23/01 Sun
    - *Snarling as her crushing blow is diverted, she chases the Tuatha, jaws wide and claws shot, up the carcass and back down again. She seems to know the scavenger is faster than she, but as she lands, she lashes out with clawed paws, practically vibrating with rage.* (NT) -- Luujh, 08:13:05 12/24/01 Mon
      - *Springs back.* -- Rainer, 12:07:09 01/01/02 Tue
        *Coarse fur bristling and saliva dripping from long saberfangs, the Meure makes an impressive sight angry. Slowly, though, her eyes return to a less-luminous shade and she finishes her meal, before leaving the area.* (NT) -- Luujh, 20:35:45 01/04/02 Fri