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08-19-2012, 10:36 PM
A russet vixen stalked a hare, moving with such care and deliberation that it was a shame for her expert stalk to be disturbed by a sudden and enormous cascading wave of sound. The hare fled at the first out-of-place crackle, leaving the vixen to duck and freeze while the forest was disturbed by cracks, crashes, and a muffled thud. And then... silence. The deep silence of a forest of animals waiting to see what would happen next, followed by a different sort of silence once they decided nothing else dramatic would happen, and went on with their day to day.
All but the vixen, who deciding to investigate what had disturbed her hunt. Cautiously she padded toward where she thought that final thud had come from, growing in confidence until she almost literately stumbled upon a prone equid. He was so coated in the muck of his crash landing that she'd taken him for a fallen tree or a mossy pile of rocks until he stirred. With a startled yip she scrambled back into the cover of a nearby bush, from which she watched him.
Watched him as his body shuddered with silent sorrow, the feathers of his wings rustling with every spasm. Watched him as his strangely colored face was marked with dark tear-streaks. Her fear faded, and curiosity replaced it. Slowly she crept from her hiding place, crossing the space between him and the bush, and sniffed inquisitively at his face. A quiet chittering noise rose from her then, inquiring and friendly.
All but the vixen, who deciding to investigate what had disturbed her hunt. Cautiously she padded toward where she thought that final thud had come from, growing in confidence until she almost literately stumbled upon a prone equid. He was so coated in the muck of his crash landing that she'd taken him for a fallen tree or a mossy pile of rocks until he stirred. With a startled yip she scrambled back into the cover of a nearby bush, from which she watched him.
Watched him as his body shuddered with silent sorrow, the feathers of his wings rustling with every spasm. Watched him as his strangely colored face was marked with dark tear-streaks. Her fear faded, and curiosity replaced it. Slowly she crept from her hiding place, crossing the space between him and the bush, and sniffed inquisitively at his face. A quiet chittering noise rose from her then, inquiring and friendly.
