Hunter on the prowl (open)

[Pyro]

The larger mountains threw themselves into the sky, ripping at the ozone layer.The grass was thin, springy, and slippery. A deep gust of air was expelled from large lungs, runner’s lungs. A large deep chest housed these powerful lungs. The chest was attached to a slim aerodynamic body. Large paws and thick muscular legs supported this body. Silver and purple leathery wings sprouted from the agile body. A soft pretty face was turned to the wind, large black nose twitching to catch the scent

The female looked over the empty terrain. ‘Could there possibly be anything to eat here?’ Her mental question was soon answered was a deep bellow. A smile spread greedily across her muzzle as she set out at a fast run. The doe was close, and she was hurt. A shiver ran down her spine as the need for blood filled her body. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the horizon searching for her prey. Suddenly she was before her.

She dropped down quickly crawling swiftly on her belly her eyes locked on the does face. She paused, one paw raised slightly, the doe’s head had shot up and she was sniffing the air. Slowly her head lowered back down to graze. Pyromors continued on swiftly her vision slightly blurred from her intense focus. She let her eyes close, what a mistake! She growled and lunged for the doe, but she was just a little too far away. 'How can a lame doe run so fast?!' She thought bitterly. She let out a short howl of anger then took wing.

She flew as fast as she could to catch up with the fleeing doe, and then slowed once she was above the doe. She lowered her body closer to the doe. She chuckled slightly as the lame doe skidded on the slippery grass. Pyro suddenly dropped onto the doe’s back and bit her neck hard. The impact of her body on the doe sent her sprawling. Pyro once more took wing then set down and lunged unforgivingly at the doe. Her death was quick, and Pyro whispered her thanks to the doe’s spirit, “Thank you for your body I will live to survive thanks to you sweet doe.” She sat up and howled about her mighty catch. As her song drew to an end she lowered her head and dug in, swiftly eating her share.

[Nyka]

Zazzik’s running was quite intense today. He’d wandered aimlessly into this valley and found that the grass was quite slippery, and he often found himself on his face. He was actually starting to get frustrated at his clumsiness and his usual light humor for his occasional spills was beginning to run dry. All he wanted to do was run, and each spill was taking from the enjoyment of it.

A flash of movement out of the corner of his eye distracted him from concentrating on the placement of his feet and he once again lost his footing on the slippery grass. A growl escaped his muzzle as he corrected himself, barely escaping another face-full of turf. Work right dangit. Stupid feet.

Now what was that distraction? Zazzik turned his eyes in the direction that he thought the flash came from. His eyes locked on to movement and he saw what looked like a… big purplish bird… thing… attacking a doe. He watched, confused, for a moment, trying to figure out what the bird thing was. It flew above the doe for a while, then dropped on it. As its jaws closed on the doe’s neck Zazzik realized that the thing was actually a wolf… with wings. He was quite taken aback by this discovery. The wolf howled victoriously, squashing all of Zazzik’s doubts. He resisted the urge to join her in song.

Questions buzzed through his head until Zazzik remembered that human place of fear and pain that used to steal pups. He still remembered how vigilant his parents were with protecting his siblings and him when he was young. They had been afraid that they’d be taken away like so many others in those days. Then when the stolen wolves escaped they had been… changed. She must be one of those. He’d never met one before.

Zazzik clenched his jaw in indecision. Did he want to go and greet the female? He was hungry. And she was alone. She couldn’t eat the whole doe on her own.

His stomach decided for him by letting out a loud rumble. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, let it out slowly, then started a careful trot toward the winged female. Long before he reached her he checked his posture to make sure it was neutral so as to not offend the female; all she-wolves deserved the utmost respect, whether they had wings or not.

When he came within a respectful distance he stopped. She had probably seen him by now. He smiled respectfully at the female, trying to ignore the gray wings sprouting from her back and instead looking at her large yet feminine form, which he actually found quite attractive. ”Hello beautiful lady!” He called in greeting. ”I heard your howl and came to investigate.” He tried to hide the unease from his face, keeping a soft and kind smile on his muzzle. Maybe if she was friendly he would be able to become accustomed to the wings and see only the wolf that she was. But for now he was skeptical.

[Pyro]

She looked up suddenly as the male appeared out of thin air. She stood and moved in front of her kill. Even if her belly was full she refused to give up the whole doe. She would soon feed again before leaving here, or she would take the doe with her back to her pack. She looked over his body. His fur was plan for the most part, except the odd ring like markings on his, nose legs, and tail. She looked him over; he was slightly large in his build. He clearly was a runner he had long legs and was arrow shaped. He was quite handsome, which made her smile brightly.

His voice was smooth and deep as it stroked her ears, which made her have to fight a shiver as he called her beautiful. She looked at how he carried himself then lowered her tail slightly to match his. She looked at his careful smile, and the way he looked ready to fight. “I’m not going to hurt you.” She softened her posture with her words. She looked slowly over his body taking in the tense muscles, as if ready to run.

She laughed inwardly, ‘As if running would safe someone from me.’ If her prey tried to run, she would simply take to the air, and ride air currents until she caught them, then they would face her wrath. She shook her coat out and turned her blue eyes on his face. “Would you like to share some of my kill? There is more than enough for both of us. You may eat your fill.” Her voice was warm and happy as she turned her back to him and strode off a little ways to give him space. Once she was a respectable distance from him she folder her hips under her chest, and sat. Suddenly she realized she must look like a mess, ‘covered in blood I bet…’ Carefully she licked at her paws until they were clean then flopped down and rolled in the slippery grass to wipe the blood from her brown coat.

[Zazzik]

Zazzik’s skepticism eased a bit after the female relaxed her posture, for a second there he’d thought she might attack him like some maddened demon or hellhound. Her words helped him relax a bit as well, assuring him that she would do him no harm. It seemed that his fear of the abnormal was unfounded.

What she said next was like a choir of angels. “Would you like to share some of my kill? There is more than enough for both of us. You may eat your fill.” Zazzik’s stomach let out another loud grumble and he swallowed, not even embarrassed.

He nodded to the female as she sat. ”Thank you.” He stepped forward and quickly ate what he needed, but not so much that he was overly full, so not to be too greedy, then stepped away from the carcass, licking blood from his chops.

Looking up he saw that the female had cleaned herself of blood as well while he ate. Her coat was now clean and glossy, healthy looking. She definitely never went hungry with the advantage those wings gave her over her prey.

A smile was sent in her direction. ”Thank you again, for allowing me to dine on your kill, which was taken down with utmost skill and precision. Those wings must come in handy.” A thought occurred to him and he let out a chuckle. ”I would’ve imagined a flying wolf to be anything but graceful.” He smiled at her again along with another light laugh. ”There’s where I’d be wrong.” He raised an eyebrow, trying to anticipate her reaction.

[Pyro]

‘He sure is a handsome brute.’ She let her eyes trail his smooth brown coat while he ate, and then evaded her eyes slightly when he sat up and licked his lips free of blood. His smile caught her eye, and she quickly returned it. Her blue eyes searched his face as he thanked her. She wasn’t sure if she should be thanked for sharing a doe there was no way she could demolish herself, but she enjoyed his thanks anyway. Pyro’s eyebrows rose about the same time as he chuckled about wolves with wings being clumsy. Her blue eyes watched his jaws, and her ears and brain hung on every word he said looking for a hidden meaning. She saw nothing wrong, and thought it quite funny. Her laugh trickled from her vocal cords deep in her throat. To her it sounded stupid, and bubbly she hated her laugh because it made her sound like a silly child. Her voice was still tinged with her laugh as she spoke, “Well thank you for changing your mind on that. I seem to be more graceful in the air than anywhere else.”

Her eyes danced in the cool autumn sunlight, as she soon and stretched. She lowered her upper body down and stretched her front legs out until her chest touched the ground. The she shifted her weight to her long supple front legs and stretched her back and hind legs. Once she was done stretching she turned her body to face him. Her voice was sweet and gentle as she walked closer, “So Mister Zak, you look like a runner, am I right?” She walked carefully around him, trying not to look mean. She meant no harm to him and she wouldn’t attack him. Hell she wouldn’t just randomly attack anyone, even an enemy. She would at least try to warn them, then attack with killer accuracy.