June 13, 2014, 08:12 PM
ooc: For @Arkham :)
Snap, snap, SNAP! Steel trap jaws sprang shut with a mighty force, sending fishy water scattering violently..to no avail. The trap was empty, only water dripped off her soggy jaws, as ivory harpoons reset themselves. Sootbird had been fishing before, but seldom on a beach, and such a noisy one at that. Squawks of nearby Sea Lions gave the early evening air an adventurous energy. They all squabbled and busied themselves with late dinners or preparing for the nights socialization. Sootbird liked to try and observe other species to better understand them, to expand her own beliefs and possibilities. She liked it almost as much as hunting them. The young she wolf determined the beach's strange water dogs to be of no use hunting, she had tried and failed quite miserably. Perhaps they were simply part of the circle of life here, and an annoyance timed just right to middle her concentration during fishing. Taking a few quick, watery breaths, great dark jaws set to work again in the water as keen eyes spied a decent sized fish lurking just near enough.
SNAP! One definite crunch of scale and meat and bone, she had him. A fierce light glimmered in her chocolate eyes as she fought the sporadic thrashes of her catch. Lean legs were drenched and trailed seemingly half the tide with her as she padded back up the beach from the near shallows. Giving a few more deliberate chomps to her prize, the Oathbone huntress tossed it ashore at her campsite for the evening. The atmosphere had only now begun to birth a sunset, with brilliant clouds for the light to play off. Shade near the beach had become brisk, and the breeze cool, but the sand retained the days warmth a while longer. She shook her great, obsidian coat, scattering a shower of diamonds that caught the brilliant dying light, and for a moment the dark woman was dripping in gold.
Thoroughly shaken, nose to tail tip, the lucky huntress added the medium sized fish to her other small fish she was currently unburying. Luck had been with her today, along with reliable skill. Hunting of any sort was the only thing she seemed to bother herself with lately, especially in these new lands. The Teekon Wilds. Screeches and awkward calls from the busy Sea Lions interrupted her recovery of lunch from earlier, and she stood tall and drip drying on the beach in the sunset. She was lost in the nature all around her, flooded by the beauty and peace of the evening, despite the busy lives around her. The waves crashed and pulled at the shore, filling her head with white noise and she lost track of her mission to bury dinner. The evening sang with it's dying breath, and she listened into dusky twilight.
Snap, snap, SNAP! Steel trap jaws sprang shut with a mighty force, sending fishy water scattering violently..to no avail. The trap was empty, only water dripped off her soggy jaws, as ivory harpoons reset themselves. Sootbird had been fishing before, but seldom on a beach, and such a noisy one at that. Squawks of nearby Sea Lions gave the early evening air an adventurous energy. They all squabbled and busied themselves with late dinners or preparing for the nights socialization. Sootbird liked to try and observe other species to better understand them, to expand her own beliefs and possibilities. She liked it almost as much as hunting them. The young she wolf determined the beach's strange water dogs to be of no use hunting, she had tried and failed quite miserably. Perhaps they were simply part of the circle of life here, and an annoyance timed just right to middle her concentration during fishing. Taking a few quick, watery breaths, great dark jaws set to work again in the water as keen eyes spied a decent sized fish lurking just near enough.
SNAP! One definite crunch of scale and meat and bone, she had him. A fierce light glimmered in her chocolate eyes as she fought the sporadic thrashes of her catch. Lean legs were drenched and trailed seemingly half the tide with her as she padded back up the beach from the near shallows. Giving a few more deliberate chomps to her prize, the Oathbone huntress tossed it ashore at her campsite for the evening. The atmosphere had only now begun to birth a sunset, with brilliant clouds for the light to play off. Shade near the beach had become brisk, and the breeze cool, but the sand retained the days warmth a while longer. She shook her great, obsidian coat, scattering a shower of diamonds that caught the brilliant dying light, and for a moment the dark woman was dripping in gold.
Thoroughly shaken, nose to tail tip, the lucky huntress added the medium sized fish to her other small fish she was currently unburying. Luck had been with her today, along with reliable skill. Hunting of any sort was the only thing she seemed to bother herself with lately, especially in these new lands. The Teekon Wilds. Screeches and awkward calls from the busy Sea Lions interrupted her recovery of lunch from earlier, and she stood tall and drip drying on the beach in the sunset. She was lost in the nature all around her, flooded by the beauty and peace of the evening, despite the busy lives around her. The waves crashed and pulled at the shore, filling her head with white noise and she lost track of her mission to bury dinner. The evening sang with it's dying breath, and she listened into dusky twilight.