Albrecht

“Hurry uup, Stromm.” The stallion sing-songs, trying to hide the irritation in his voice. Ears turned firmly forward, he stands with head lowered, breathing gently into the rapt face of a small brown rabbit. “Just piiick one. They’re all the saaame.” He croons to the rabbit who, hypnotized by his spark magic, currently has no greater desire in life than to be close to him – and it most certainly is. Propped up on her hind legs, tiny forepaws extended to touch the worn velvet of his nose, the little doe stares adoringly into his emerald eyes while somewhere behind her, hidden beneath the packed dirt roof of the warren, huddles a sizable brood of hairless, helpless kittens, newly born and not even able to open their eyes to the smooth scaled death that looms above them yet.

Fairly newly hatched himself, but already almost a week old, the young ball python flicks his tongue several times, in and out, in and out, before deciding that one of the tiny pink bundles smells slightly better than the others and grasps it firmly by the side. The baby animal writhes but seems unable to make any significant noise as the predator wriggles himself backward out of the hollow, though it's bucktoothed mouth opens and closes several times in distress. Once clear of the burrows opening, the serpent wraps himself around his prize in an ever tightening noose, slowly cutting off the supply of life giving blood to the kitten's brain. His mind exudes an aura of satisfaction, primal instincts congratulating himself on the catch.

“Tsk." The stallion scoffs, dropping his control of the mother rabbits emotions and scowling at her. The doe's eyes expand and her ears lay flat in frightened surprise, confusion slowing her reaction, but a harsh grunt from the stallion sends her racing breathless for the safety of her burrow. If she notices the scent of her young on the bundle of black and auburn scales outside as she passes, she gives no indication. “I helped you know. Something you should be exceedingly grateful for since I'm not a helpful guy." He chides the snake, moving to stand protectively over him as he crushes his breakfast to death. “I don't even like the steppe." He's only begun to complain, but the soft clunk of a hoof striking stone or some other solid object pulls his head around.


OOC // Sorry for the delay! They're camped out in the middle of the steppe so you can witness as much of this as you want. Also - yay! - first time using my new table! @Rhiannon