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12-29-2012, 10:47 AM
Romani
Disgusting…
There was something about squishing a smaller life form beneath her hoof that Romani just simply couldn’t agree with. Taking lives was something that Romani also couldn’t agree with in general, but she knew that this was something that she had to do. If she didn’t hunt, and ultimately kill, for the young cub, then the said cub would starve and die. It was a vicious cycle, yes, but it had to be done… Shifting slightly and lifting up her hoof, the mare lowered her head and snorted. The blood and gristle was ghastly and unpleasant to look at, and smell, but just like all the other times she had made a kill prior, Romani lowered her head and grasped the small creature in her teeth, before turning and heading once more back to the tiger.
Ignoring the copper flavor of blood that coated her tongue, Romani set the unfortunate squirrel down before the cub, who was just finishing up devouring the fish that she had previously brought. Tiny bones scattered around the cub’s feet, and despite the moral issues of what she had just done, the red mare chuckled, affection blossoming in her chest. “Eat your fill, sweet thing. I don’t want you going hungry.” The cub looked up at her with quizzical eyes before letting out another chirping cry, then turned her attention to the squirrel. Romani lingered a moment or two longer before leaving the tiger once more, searching for something else to kill.
Not to far away a different kind of chirping caught her attention, and the Haflinger paused mid-step, listening for the sound to come again. It sounded like birds, but… Where were they? Turning her head to and fro, Romani searched for the sounds origins, and then looked up in the branches of a nearby tree. There, a small nest was nearly hidden in the lush branches of a fir tree, and Romani hesitated. Three tiny little hatchlings were in the nest, chirping for their mother, who was nowhere around. They were just babes themselves… Gritting her teeth to bear through what she was about to do, she stepped forwards towards the tree and paused, azure eyes sizing up the tree. It was of decent size, that was sure, but hopefully it couldn’t withstand her mere bulk and size.
Ever so slowly Romani collected her weight and pushed herself up onto her back haunches, front hooves stretching out to scrape at the bark of the tree. Then, on a sharp inhale, she pulled her hooves back to drive her full weight into trunk of the tree, hoping to rattle it enough that the nest would come tumbling down. While she didn’t even know if tigers even ate birds, hopefully her cub would if she were hungry enough.
There was something about squishing a smaller life form beneath her hoof that Romani just simply couldn’t agree with. Taking lives was something that Romani also couldn’t agree with in general, but she knew that this was something that she had to do. If she didn’t hunt, and ultimately kill, for the young cub, then the said cub would starve and die. It was a vicious cycle, yes, but it had to be done… Shifting slightly and lifting up her hoof, the mare lowered her head and snorted. The blood and gristle was ghastly and unpleasant to look at, and smell, but just like all the other times she had made a kill prior, Romani lowered her head and grasped the small creature in her teeth, before turning and heading once more back to the tiger.
Ignoring the copper flavor of blood that coated her tongue, Romani set the unfortunate squirrel down before the cub, who was just finishing up devouring the fish that she had previously brought. Tiny bones scattered around the cub’s feet, and despite the moral issues of what she had just done, the red mare chuckled, affection blossoming in her chest. “Eat your fill, sweet thing. I don’t want you going hungry.” The cub looked up at her with quizzical eyes before letting out another chirping cry, then turned her attention to the squirrel. Romani lingered a moment or two longer before leaving the tiger once more, searching for something else to kill.
Not to far away a different kind of chirping caught her attention, and the Haflinger paused mid-step, listening for the sound to come again. It sounded like birds, but… Where were they? Turning her head to and fro, Romani searched for the sounds origins, and then looked up in the branches of a nearby tree. There, a small nest was nearly hidden in the lush branches of a fir tree, and Romani hesitated. Three tiny little hatchlings were in the nest, chirping for their mother, who was nowhere around. They were just babes themselves… Gritting her teeth to bear through what she was about to do, she stepped forwards towards the tree and paused, azure eyes sizing up the tree. It was of decent size, that was sure, but hopefully it couldn’t withstand her mere bulk and size.
Ever so slowly Romani collected her weight and pushed herself up onto her back haunches, front hooves stretching out to scrape at the bark of the tree. Then, on a sharp inhale, she pulled her hooves back to drive her full weight into trunk of the tree, hoping to rattle it enough that the nest would come tumbling down. While she didn’t even know if tigers even ate birds, hopefully her cub would if she were hungry enough.
The true Soldier fights not because
He hates what is in front of him,
But because he loves what is behind him.
