First post, and a hunt! Fia may not be much help though… Will be rolling dice to determine how well she does, and she’s also tired and thin from her travels, so there’s that. Please feel free to PP the prey! (And if this isn’t allowed, please also let me know >_>)
Fianna only realised she was tired when she stopped.
Her ears flattened and her lips curled. Had she been running from the scent of smoke for so long that she had forsaken all the other things her body was telling her? She knew from the tread of the brush and the jagged edges of the treeline that she was far from home now; the only scent of smoke that clung to the air came from her.
But her senses were duller. This she could tell. She was still fire-blind, her eyes tired and watery from the ash, her nose confused from the lost and found scents of family and flame. She had to rest. She had to get stronger. To starve alone on unknown lands, to not fall back on what she knew - this was not the way. She needed to survive.
The bush rippled, and a new scent drifted on the breeze. Saliva flooded her mouth before she even registered the musk of a deer. Bending lower to the ground, her green eyes darted, searching out a russet pelt. And there, sheltered in a feathered copse of trees - a young, midsized creature, separated from its family and looking all the more nervous for it.
Taking a few halting steps forward - ignoring the growling of her belly as her body sensed food and hungered for it - Fia sprang forward… moments after a misstep had a twig cracking beneath her. Jolting, the deer leapt away, hurtling into the underbrush, followed by a cursing Fia, ducking deeper into the shadows to give chase.
Her ears flattened and her lips curled. Had she been running from the scent of smoke for so long that she had forsaken all the other things her body was telling her? She knew from the tread of the brush and the jagged edges of the treeline that she was far from home now; the only scent of smoke that clung to the air came from her.
But her senses were duller. This she could tell. She was still fire-blind, her eyes tired and watery from the ash, her nose confused from the lost and found scents of family and flame. She had to rest. She had to get stronger. To starve alone on unknown lands, to not fall back on what she knew - this was not the way. She needed to survive.
The bush rippled, and a new scent drifted on the breeze. Saliva flooded her mouth before she even registered the musk of a deer. Bending lower to the ground, her green eyes darted, searching out a russet pelt. And there, sheltered in a feathered copse of trees - a young, midsized creature, separated from its family and looking all the more nervous for it.
Taking a few halting steps forward - ignoring the growling of her belly as her body sensed food and hungered for it - Fia sprang forward… moments after a misstep had a twig cracking beneath her. Jolting, the deer leapt away, hurtling into the underbrush, followed by a cursing Fia, ducking deeper into the shadows to give chase.
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an end to smoke - by Fia - March 26, 2021, 05:10 PM
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