Vach hunt

/me Night had come and with it there was something stirring within the forests; writhing, twisting, clawing and full of life. Shades of incarnadine fuchsias, fiery oranges and then the pitch of black moved against the forests shadows and blades of light that would kiss the bark of trees and the leaves of them, too. Whatever it was, it wasn't alone and the thrum of their feet crashing and slashing the world around them was found to be coupled with the swift dashing of hooves. There was so much <b>f e a r</b> that it flowed through the moist tunnels of the she beast's nose like an intoxicating spray of perfume. She breathes it in deeply as the deer takes flight before it's running for the life that she had considered forfeit. She would have them. But there was nothing quite like letting prey run itself ragged. She is herding it, leaping to the bark of certain trees and looking low with a parting of her mandibles and a slashing of her bifurcated tongue when they turned a way she didn't favor. The deer turns away and she takes pursuit with ease, dropping to the leaves of the floor itself. She is a soundless hunter until she doesn't want to. The deer at one point slows due to the fact that the footfalls that had followed were now silent. Lulled into a false sense of security they slow their steps from a run to a slope, a trot and then a walk, but she is watching. She sees the way their chest heaves with every breath, hears the pounding of their heart that hammers like a war drum and the ragged breaths of which they tried to calm from running. She was light on her feet and more than capable of keeping up fuel to how fit she was. Being on the run never bothered her, but hunger did. She has chased this beast for over ten minutes and now as it believes itself safe she leaves it be, only if to let them rest up for the next burst of energy she would force upon them. The deer is alert but with time it seems to give into the thought that the predator that had hunted it was finally gone. The boogeyman had gone to bed. A few minutes pass and when the deer takes to wandering off and their muscles are lax, she does it. While they had caught their breath she had slithered up a tree and onto an overhanging branch. There it was that she had sat in silence and observed. Her tail flicked this way and that and yet she had been silent until now. Purposely she breaks a branch so that the deer would look up, at which point she leapt down from the tree, turned to face them and screams. Her teeth were white and oh how large they were. Three inches long and perfect for the killing they were meant to do. The brown ring surrounding the deer's iris is seen, flickering the white of their eyes when she drops down and there it is that they halt their steps, turn away and take to bolting. Vach snapped her powerful jaws, saliva dripping from her jaws to leave its sludge upon the ground. This time she didn't let the beast get too far. No, she took chase and made sure they could feel her teeth clipping the air just behind the hock of their back legs, the heat of her breath taunting the back of their thighs and licking up the underside of their flagged white tail. The deer runs hard and she begins to slink up along it's right side like a drifting shadow, veering in as she snapped at their shoulder. They dodge left and change path, but she's not about to let them escape again. The game had come to an end, but a cunning female, she makes sure that the deer runs towards her den. Once they are within a certain radius of her den does she go for it though. The takedown. She had a den around the outskirts of the city and it was there that she looked to herd this beast: the graveyard along a treeline that was along a hill that overlooks the city. She had dug up a grave and used it as her den for a few weeks now, but as the deer runs closer, she goes for it. She charges, shoves her shoulder to the right hip of the deer and the snaps low. Her timing is right and in skipping up their footing and snapping a leg does the beast fall. She is upon them in an instant and then it is over. To her den she drags a majority of the carcass, but then she gnaws until one of the hind legs was cleaved clean off. Nudging her prey into her den for later she leaves with the leg of deer hanging her jaws. She knows where she is going and sets to the streets like an oversized stray. Once to the club she slinks in and finds herself a couch to stretch out before and then with freshly killed deer leg propped between her paws..she feasts. She is content in the dinner captured tonight and it shows in the laze of her red eyes as she gnaws, plucks and chews her food, slurping strips of meat down like sushi. A well earned dinner.