Ankyra Sound do you mind crouching down a little bit so i look taller.

The waves were crashing loudly upon the shore, but still Yami crept as quietly as she could towards her target. The gulls were settled in scattered clumps across the beach ahead, unaware yet that they were being hunted. She was determined to keep it that way until the very last second when it would be too late. Too late for them, anyway.

So far, she'd had no luck whatsoever at hunting these foul sky rats. They took off too quickly and once they were in the air, there was obviously no hope for her to continue after them. But at the moment, they were the only prey she could find. Thus far, she hadn't done much to actually be useful to Rusalka, unless all the failed hunts she had to her name somehow won her some bragging rights (which she doubted). She had to do something, or she'd go crazy. So...

Yami sprang. She rushed along the beach to close the last few yards between herself and her quarry. The gulls began to cry as they took to the sky in waves of white and gray. The girl lunged, but fell short of the bird's tail by a good two feet. She cried out, "DAMNIT," just as her paws hit the sand. She shook her coat in frustration and snarled up at the sky as the birds wheeled overhead, mocking her, laughing at her with their calls.

"Bunch of assholes..." she murmured as she dropped her gaze back to the sand. Gods, she hated it here.