There in the forest he'd wandered off and away from a rather dark colored mare with whom he'd exchanged but a few words with. Now he had simply deviated away from his herd...or family, whatever they preferred to call their bunch. With his cold and vicious nature he'd hardly think he even needed to be part of a group much less anything else signifigant. With a slight huff the frigid skinwalker stopped for just a moment, surveyed his surroundings...then stomped on a passing rabbit with both forehooves. Looks like dinner was served as his feline tail swayed and twitched lightly behind him, eating into the fairly small meal of a rabbit.
Savoring the fresh delight it was gone just as quickly as he'd killed it. Oh well..it was a decent snack...not like he could really eat around his so called 'family'. They'd simply be disgusted by the display, not that he purposely tried to make it a scene out of a horror show. Now simply touring the forest where his herd mainly roamed, he thought to get a drink and headed towards the direction of the Cursed Graveyard. There the water out of the flowing forked rivers tasted better than those of the opposite direction. To him of course...to other's it might taste a little stale and corpsey.
Savoring the fresh delight it was gone just as quickly as he'd killed it. Oh well..it was a decent snack...not like he could really eat around his so called 'family'. They'd simply be disgusted by the display, not that he purposely tried to make it a scene out of a horror show. Now simply touring the forest where his herd mainly roamed, he thought to get a drink and headed towards the direction of the Cursed Graveyard. There the water out of the flowing forked rivers tasted better than those of the opposite direction. To him of course...to other's it might taste a little stale and corpsey.
