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01-02-2013, 02:16 AM
The falcon is not one to be comfortable on the ground, and as such its senses are on high alert to any threats that may come. In addition the adrenaline of the chase still flooded the peregrine's system, enhancing it's reactions. Something as clumsy as a unicorn couldn't hope to spear the mighty falcon, not in such an obvious manner.
With a cry of alarm the raptor hurls itself back into the sky, wings slapping the cactus as it twists away. Blood dangles in its trail as the horn cleaves the air, but it's only droplets from the mouse body still clutched in its hungry and unforgiving talons. Rebuffed, the falcon flies quickly to the safety of a distant place to eat its meal in peace.
[The falcon has fled and no more will come to the area for some time. You should re-think your methods!]
