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Post by Autumn's Nightmare on Apr 1, 2009 21:00:54 GMT -5
Avera growled and hung her body low to the ground. A mountain goat stupidly stood still, wondering where the sound had come from. The wind was in her favor; it swung harshly around, brushed the snow up to camouflage her body. She slowly crawled to the left, and then sprang forward. Her heavy paws kept her above ground as she chased after the dumb brute. In moments she was on top of the goat, her fangs sunk deep into his neck. She tilted her weight to the right and pulled him to the ground. His legs swung about trying to find its way to the solid ground so he could run for it. Avera would not have this. No. She wanted this brute dead and in her stomach. With the final bite, she felt her fans dig deep into the neck; she felt the bones crush under the weight of her jaw. The warm blood soaked in her mouth and ran down her jaw line. Something about killing things made her feel powerful, amazing, it made her feel like she could take on the world at any given moment. She held the kill in her mouth for several moments before letting him fall against the frozen ground of the windward side of the mountain.
She ate to her fill, and then some. She would leave the rest to the birds. She walked back to her cave; the evergreens stood taller than things she had ever seen before, the rocks were bent due to weathering, the slopes were rocky and steep, and this was her home. Every inch of the untamed land begged for her to travel it. For a female, she was fierce. She was a killer, and she would do what needed to be done to get her way.
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