Uninformed [Open] Oct 13, 2014 13:12:30 GMT -5
Post by Tinka Hoppe on Oct 13, 2014 13:12:30 GMT -5
It seemed she'd slept a lot longer than she'd intended. Having left Fallen territory on a bit of a run, she found herself in the lush lands of Delica Park, and couldn't resist a nap in the soft grass and the sunshine. It'd been a beautiful day when she'd laid down for her nap, but when she woke up, the daylight was readily disappearing and the sky was not nearly as cheerful anymore. Dark clouds bloomed over the horizon, hiding the purple of twilight from her. Apparently, she'd been a lot more tired than she'd let on. Rising from her warm spot, she took a long moment to stretch out her long legs, shaking the grass and dirt from her coat. She was at least a two hours walk from Fallen territory, it'd definitely be dark by the time she got back. No one would miss her, fortunately, since there wasn't much work to be done these days and she had no friends to miss her. Sometimes she regretted not connecting with others, but she pushed those self-pitying thoughts away as quickly as they came.
Ears perked, she trotted across the park, weaving between the rusted metal bars of the playground. Maybe if she was lucky enough she'd find a bite to eat before heading home. Long nose to the air, she sniffed, but caught nothing that stuck out to her. It seemed all the wildlife had retreated to their homes for the night. An eerie feeling came over her, made her wonder if maybe she should follow their example and high-tail it out of there. But these lands were neutral, and that meant she was safe. Mostly. There were the arrogant pricks who insisted on bothering poor souls in the neutral parts, trying to cause a fight. She was good at brushing people like that off. She didn't like confrontation, but she wasn't scared either. Not many could outrun her, nor could they catch her.
Just as she was about to turn the other way and leave, movement caught her eye. A field mouse, who was obviously terrified of her predator scent and was trying to escape unnoticed. Eyes wide and tongue lolling, she was on the rodent in a second, following behind it for a moment, jaws chomping unsuccessfully before finally, she caught the tiny thing in her mouth and gave a squeeze. She always hated the noises they made, but her animal instincts were stronger, chewing slightly before bolting the food down whole. It wasn't a very satisfying meal, definitely not enough to feed her incredible metabolism, but it was something. Licking her muzzle clean of blood, she sniffed the air again, and satisfied, turned to leave the way she came. She stopped mid-stride, a voice behind her calling for her to stop. Fear rushed cold through her body and she froze, trying to decide whether to run or wait to see what they had to say.