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12-28-2012, 01:59 PM
Romani
Romani’s gaze remained locked upon the fish as it flew from the safety of the water towards the shore, anticipating its small form to writhe and flop upon landing, desperately trying to return to its brethren… However, it merely lay still, and the palomino mare noticed immediately that it was dead. Once more a feeling of guilt blossomed in her breast, but this was something that had to be done. Trudging through the push and pull of the water, Romani shook the excess water from her feathery legs once back on dry land before lowering her head, gingerly grasping the fish by the tail with her teeth.
Despite trying not to, the taste invaded her senses, somewhat musky and disgusting… Straightening, she moved back to the cub, who was still waiting to be fed. Laying the fish down by the tiger, she smiled down at the white and black creature.
“Here you are… I’ll see what else I can find for you.” Leaving the tiger once more, Romani continued her vigil. It didn’t take long for her to come across her next potential kill. A squirrel was clearly roosting, collecting nuts and seeds. It was crouched down in the grass, tail raised, hopefully oblivious to the approaching mare.
Romani’s ears swiveled back, head lowering as she tried to plan just how to go about this. With the fish, the element of surprise had been on her side, but just like her failed attempt with the raven, one wrong move and the squirrel could get away. Azure eyes watched the little brown creature move, and an idea suddenly sprung in her mind. Perhaps she could trick it? Gaze dropping to her feet, Romani picked up a stick in her teeth and tossed it to the side, hoping it would prove to be a distraction. The stick landed in the brush some ways away, causing the grass to sway and a bush’s leaves to tremble due to the harsh disturbance, but Romani paid it no mind. Heaving herself forward, the mare charged, hoping to take the squirrel by surprise.
Despite trying not to, the taste invaded her senses, somewhat musky and disgusting… Straightening, she moved back to the cub, who was still waiting to be fed. Laying the fish down by the tiger, she smiled down at the white and black creature.
“Here you are… I’ll see what else I can find for you.” Leaving the tiger once more, Romani continued her vigil. It didn’t take long for her to come across her next potential kill. A squirrel was clearly roosting, collecting nuts and seeds. It was crouched down in the grass, tail raised, hopefully oblivious to the approaching mare.
Romani’s ears swiveled back, head lowering as she tried to plan just how to go about this. With the fish, the element of surprise had been on her side, but just like her failed attempt with the raven, one wrong move and the squirrel could get away. Azure eyes watched the little brown creature move, and an idea suddenly sprung in her mind. Perhaps she could trick it? Gaze dropping to her feet, Romani picked up a stick in her teeth and tossed it to the side, hoping it would prove to be a distraction. The stick landed in the brush some ways away, causing the grass to sway and a bush’s leaves to tremble due to the harsh disturbance, but Romani paid it no mind. Heaving herself forward, the mare charged, hoping to take the squirrel by surprise.
The true Soldier fights not because
He hates what is in front of him,
But because he loves what is behind him.
