by Hopeflower » Mon Oct 22, 2007 1:14 pm
Night eventually found the pitiful thing. It was full-fed, but more than a match for her. She lunged forward, trying to get a grip with her fangs. It retaliated by swiping at her with claws as sharp as blackthorns, making Night back off a bit with a small cut across the bridge of her muzzle. She forced herself to remain silent and lunged again, gripping the lion's throat in her fangs. A few minutes later, the animal died of suffication. Night started dragging her catch back to Tornado, figuring he'd be hungry.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
"Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you're willing to practice, you can do." ~ Bob Ross
"The future is always uncertain and painful but it must be lived." ~ Unknown