Post by Mstari on Dec 8, 2020 21:06:10 GMT
The noise was distinctive enough, something heavy being dragged and accompanying footfalls. Mstari was tried from the hunt and the traveling. Her paws hurt, her legs hurt, but most of all her neck would be aching for days after, as it took the brunt of lifting the adolescent zebra carcass. After she found an open area, she let the body loll to the ground, the headless neck spiriting just a little from the major arteries.
It was rare for anything edible to wonder into the territory, simply because prey too had little to eat. The food chain was splintered and life was difficult. That was why Mstari had stolen her catch. It was wrong for the lions to horde the fertile land to themselves. She had no regards for their self-serving borders; the only regard she had was to take care not to be caught. She avoided being spotted because they were ruthless murders— Mstari knew that better than most. The Pride Landers took everything from her; she owed them nothing.
Her ashen legs hovered over the cold carcass while she was lost for a time in her head. Her eyes felt dry and hot, resisting the coming of tears. The trauma had happened so recently, Mstari hadn’t even begun to recover. Hunting was a momentary release of rage, but now that it was over—
Mstari fell into a half sit, legs suddenly subject to tremors. There was a part of her that wanted not to be seen as a cub, and be strong in the face was what happened like adults, but she cracked when an overwhelming sorrow took her. What exactly her emotions were was misty, but they were powerful and made her forget her surroundings for the moment.
It was rare for anything edible to wonder into the territory, simply because prey too had little to eat. The food chain was splintered and life was difficult. That was why Mstari had stolen her catch. It was wrong for the lions to horde the fertile land to themselves. She had no regards for their self-serving borders; the only regard she had was to take care not to be caught. She avoided being spotted because they were ruthless murders— Mstari knew that better than most. The Pride Landers took everything from her; she owed them nothing.
Her ashen legs hovered over the cold carcass while she was lost for a time in her head. Her eyes felt dry and hot, resisting the coming of tears. The trauma had happened so recently, Mstari hadn’t even begun to recover. Hunting was a momentary release of rage, but now that it was over—
Mstari fell into a half sit, legs suddenly subject to tremors. There was a part of her that wanted not to be seen as a cub, and be strong in the face was what happened like adults, but she cracked when an overwhelming sorrow took her. What exactly her emotions were was misty, but they were powerful and made her forget her surroundings for the moment.