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07-30-2014, 12:19 AM
All of the commotion created by the sparring pegasus drew the attention of an opponent. While the equine and dragon admired her, the other set of eyes appraised her. She was a meal if ever the hungry eyes had seen her. Only terminally ill creatures floundered around in such a manner. Though such health added a certain flavor to the meat, any seasoning was better than none.
A low growl announced the intent of the cougar as it swept forward on quiet, agile paws. It moved low, its muscles bunched in its shoulders and coiled in its haunches, and it moved fast. There was little ground cover here, not the most favorite of places for the tawny cat, but it had little other choices lately. Besides, with a sick animal such as this, surprise was not as necessary.
Licking its chops the cougar broke into a run, springing from its crouched position on the other side of Cirrus from Lace.
Anxious for its meal the feline yowled as it leaped up and out, paws ready to grip with they'd dagger claws onto the neck of the bird-horse.
