Post by {Aurora} on Nov 23, 2007 20:57:19 GMT -5
Thunder...?
No...was it a Monster?
No, the stench wasn't tangy and sharp. It was more like an overbearing cloud of bird.
Claws on granite scrambled onto the scene and leaves exploded into the air as a large mass of black, brown, and white feathers came squawking out of the hollow underneath the birch tree. It landed with a loud chirp in front of the broad-shouldered creme and orange female leader. Hyacinthstar's gentle eyes widened and she paused, backing up a few steps on her broad paws as the quail tried to flee. It had been following her scent but the curious bird had dragged its eye away from trailing her and seduced her into following the smell to the hole. It had snapped a twig and out came she to attack.
Hyacinthstar's ginger hair stood on end as if she was confronted with a lightning storm. She hissed and tried to make herself bigger as she lunged, but missed.
Having reached a good distance facing the quail, Hyacinthstar turned and ran after it, fluffy tail waving in the distance. She ignored the crunching of leaves. Some of those that fell hit her in the face or hid already half-concealed logs that she nearly tripped over. She hurdled the obstacles like a fleeting doe.
Her rich voice called out a snarl, pointed ears bent back in anxiety as she skidded to a halt on the damp leaves matting underneath the quail.
The creature's flittering gait belied its presence as it squeaked at the pursuer. Hyacinthstar's claws rent wet wood and leaves into pieces under her pawprints at the chase. She was giving a demonstration for her apprentice.
No...was it a Monster?
No, the stench wasn't tangy and sharp. It was more like an overbearing cloud of bird.
Claws on granite scrambled onto the scene and leaves exploded into the air as a large mass of black, brown, and white feathers came squawking out of the hollow underneath the birch tree. It landed with a loud chirp in front of the broad-shouldered creme and orange female leader. Hyacinthstar's gentle eyes widened and she paused, backing up a few steps on her broad paws as the quail tried to flee. It had been following her scent but the curious bird had dragged its eye away from trailing her and seduced her into following the smell to the hole. It had snapped a twig and out came she to attack.
Hyacinthstar's ginger hair stood on end as if she was confronted with a lightning storm. She hissed and tried to make herself bigger as she lunged, but missed.
Having reached a good distance facing the quail, Hyacinthstar turned and ran after it, fluffy tail waving in the distance. She ignored the crunching of leaves. Some of those that fell hit her in the face or hid already half-concealed logs that she nearly tripped over. She hurdled the obstacles like a fleeting doe.
Her rich voice called out a snarl, pointed ears bent back in anxiety as she skidded to a halt on the damp leaves matting underneath the quail.
The creature's flittering gait belied its presence as it squeaked at the pursuer. Hyacinthstar's claws rent wet wood and leaves into pieces under her pawprints at the chase. She was giving a demonstration for her apprentice.