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12-29-2012, 12:33 PM
Romani
Another victory. Romani let out a cackle of joy, then abruptly cut herself off when she realized just what she had done. “Oh, Gods…” Stepping over to where the nest had fallen, the red mare lowered her head and sniffed the unfortunate chicks, letting out a soft exhale. Her blue eyes were full of guilt and sadness, and she spoke softly. “I’m sorry, little ones, that it had to be this way…” Clearing her mind so that she wouldn’t dwell on the loss of lives, Romani spent the next few minutes transporting the three little carcasses over to where her cub was waiting, going back and forth until she had returned with the last one.
Satisfied, she watched her little cub continue eating, somewhat surprised by how hungry something so small could be. Her cub didn’t even look at her, so focused as she was with eating, but that was alright… Something compelled the mare to continue hunting, and so that was what she planned to do. Turning away from the white and black striped bundle of fur, Romani began her search once more. What could she try and kill, now?
Pacing herself at a calm trot, Romani ventures onward, eyes darting to and fro as she rounds bushes and trees, searching for some kind of animal to be her next kill. Something as quick as a rabbit would be hard for her to kill, so even if the Haflinger saw one, she wouldn’t attempt to go after it. Minutes into her search, azure eyes spot her next potential victim; a least weasel has just finished a hunt of its own, finishing its meal of a small snake, and sat innocently in the grass. Knowing that its den was probably not too far away, Romani knew she’d have to make this attack count. Hunkering down in the grass as low as she could manage, the warrior waited for the right moment before springing forward, front hooves outstretched to possibly crush the small animal.
Satisfied, she watched her little cub continue eating, somewhat surprised by how hungry something so small could be. Her cub didn’t even look at her, so focused as she was with eating, but that was alright… Something compelled the mare to continue hunting, and so that was what she planned to do. Turning away from the white and black striped bundle of fur, Romani began her search once more. What could she try and kill, now?
Pacing herself at a calm trot, Romani ventures onward, eyes darting to and fro as she rounds bushes and trees, searching for some kind of animal to be her next kill. Something as quick as a rabbit would be hard for her to kill, so even if the Haflinger saw one, she wouldn’t attempt to go after it. Minutes into her search, azure eyes spot her next potential victim; a least weasel has just finished a hunt of its own, finishing its meal of a small snake, and sat innocently in the grass. Knowing that its den was probably not too far away, Romani knew she’d have to make this attack count. Hunkering down in the grass as low as she could manage, the warrior waited for the right moment before springing forward, front hooves outstretched to possibly crush the small animal.
The true Soldier fights not because
He hates what is in front of him,
But because he loves what is behind him.
