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Subject: Dinner For One Author: Nychta [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 07:21:52 05/28/02 Tue Among the brush the muffled growls clung to the air, the scalding scent of fresh meat filtering through the sparse screen of greenery, touching the air with a ferine tone. With ears pinned back and muscles tense, Nychta was making quick work of the small calf she had just caught. Her raven muzzle was now bejeweled with beads of liquid ruby. The same crimson hue washed over her paws as her dew claws remained inside the tender folds of young bovine flesh. Most of the meat had already been consumed with a crazed vigor--the young femme certainly did not seem her usual timid self. No, Nychta's hunger-drive had caused her to become much more vicious and cruel, coaxing her to snatch up the undersized calf the way she had. It was obvious, though, that the mother of the youth had managed to check Nychta's cruelty with a blow to the hindquarters, leaving her left leg sore and bruised. But that was the least of Ny's worries. This had been the largest meal she had the chance to eat in some time. The small birds and bits of left over deer she had been consuming proved not to be able to sustain her properly, making the gaunt wolf appear to be even thinner. It was no wonder she was behaving so viciously: she was at stage two, perhaps three of emaciation, which her thick pelt had helped to obscure. As she swallowed down a bit more meat her ferocity began to curb. Soon there was little more than a few flesh laced bones left of the animal she had hunted down. She began to work on a thighbone at a more languid pace. She was no longer hungry, but she preferred to get as much from the meal as she could. She broke the tough exterior of the bone and gained access to the tender marrow-filled core. Contented, she merely laid there and chewed on the animal structure for a while before taking a break to clean her paws. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]