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| The Kestrel's First Hunt | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 30 2008, 01:16 PM (340 Views) | |
| Tallulah Maris Skahr | Oct 14 2008, 07:13 PM Post #31 |
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Tally stood hip-deep in a cool, clear stream of fresh water that sparkled like glass. Tiny fish, no more than silvery silvers lost in the constant undulations of their watery world, darted back and forth in curiosity, tickling paws and causing more than one crewbeast to drop their waterbarrels with shouts of laughter. Tally snickered as a shrew yelped when Hazelrose smacked his paw, scolding him for taking a couple blackberries from the pail. "Those are supplies! If you want to eat, go find yourself another bush!" Heaving her full barrel to shore, Tally grabbed an empty one, then paused. It was peaceful, a sunny and cloudless day that belied the horrifying storm that had nearly destroyed the Kestrel and her crew. She cocked her ears, the sharktooth on her left ear clinking gently on it's hoop. It was really quiet. Even the gulls had ceased their squawking... Tally's hackles lifted, her back stiffening in unease. She could see nothing out of the ordinary, hear nothing wrong -except for the strange silence- and she couldn't smell anything above the honeysuckle vines clinging to the trees nearby. However, that in itself made her shiver. She moved back into the stream, her smile back in place as she dipped the new barrel under the rippling surface of the stream. The smile was belied by the hard glint in her eyes, and her hand hovered very close to the dirks Moonrise and Sunset on her belt. Tally had not lived this long without trusting her instincts. Now, instinct told her there was something very wrong. |
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This otter smiles when plotting; therefore, she is always plotting, as she is always smiling. Beware the smiling otter. Tallulah Maris Skahr West Tower Commander  Click If You Dare… | |
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| Tallulah Maris Skahr | Oct 14 2008, 07:28 PM Post #32 |
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They were silent as the breeze, swift, graceful, smooth as water in their movement. The soft slip and slide of scales on grass would have been beautiful, if the patterned scales and hypnotic eyes did not portend a ghastly death to the creatures they hunted. They were horror. Terror. Creatures of nightmare that mothers threatened naughty Dibbuns with. They were DEATH. Zarrsa and Bissan were brother and sister, well-grown adders who feasted regularly on seabirds, lizards, eggs, and the occasional corsair. They had heard stories of warm, furred little creatures who would squeal and scream when chased from their mother, who had been caged as a kind of pet by a vermin corsair captain with her children when they were very small. Of course, the captain didn't live very long after they hit land on this island, and the adders made it their own, hunting through the rocks and trees with savage intensity. When their mother died at the beak and talons of an osprey, who had refused to go down without a fight, Zarrsa and Bissan had been left to themselves. Now, the furred creatures who were like, yet not like vermin, had stumbled upon their shores. They would feast tonight! They followed silently, watching the patrol as the creatures explored the woods and beach. They would bide their time; they were patient. They were the hunters of hunters, the fastest, strongest, deadliest of all. They would wait till the time was ripe. And if the new creatures found the vermin on the island's other side and fought, well, all the more food for them, and no reason to fight for it. |
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This otter smiles when plotting; therefore, she is always plotting, as she is always smiling. Beware the smiling otter. Tallulah Maris Skahr West Tower Commander Click If You Dare… | |
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