Blackfoot Forest a fog rolls in

Hawkeye laughed maliciously under her breath. She flourished under the blanket of night, her inky coat sucking in the blackness around her and becoming invisible--except for her eyes. Her key-lime eyes that glowed, as if always reflecting light. Whether this was was result from her mostly-deafness or not, she didn't know; but, what the female did know what that the extraordinary eyes that were set into her large skull could see in the night almost as well as if it were day-time.

The buzz of noise that flooded her ears, cause by the foxes that also roamed in her pack's territory, seemed to grow to a loud hum as a thick fog rolled in. Hawkeye cackled once more as she trailed the borders of the lands. Tonight, her newly established bloodlust was at its peak, and she wouldn't hesitate to rip out any creatures throat, even if it was her own species (excluding fellow pack members, of course).

As if cued in by her thoughts, a fox darted through the fog, about twenty yards away. The heavy wolf matched the fox's speed, cutting diagonally to meet the animal through the thick cloud that was taking homage in the forest. She leaped through the air (as she always did while "catching" beasts), coming down directly on the creature's throat and ripping it away all in one motion. Blood spilled from its neck, the fox's eyes wide and empty. Pouring from a gaping wound was a color that the female had never really favored, but now found pleasure in. She smiled wickedly, a certain sense of evil pride taking over. "Hawkeye" wasn't just a nickname for her site, but also her precision in her aim.

The red mess dripped uncleaned from her coat, making the blackness shine with wet. She moved her form on lazily, returning to her watch of Bon Dye's borders. Her next prey would be a sacrifice to Sos.

set by sophie