The 'Daeva had been flying for quite some time now. The sky seemed to be the only place those accursed normal foxes could not irritate her or follow her for that matter. She detested normal foxes, even more so than she detested 'Phims.
And it was all that damned to hell Doku's fault.
That fox did not know when to just stop. She did not care for him or the children they mistakenly had. Hell, she did not even remember how that even happened. She knew herself well enough and knew that she would never have kids with a normal fox. She would kill herself before the thought even crossed her mind. So how did that happen? He must have done something.
Growling, she shook her head. She did not need to be run down when she was flying and away from everything that consumed her thoughts. Doku could not find her; she had lost him long ago. There was not a slight chance that he could ever find her, nor could his children. The children did not even have the slightest idea what she looked like. There was no way they could find her.
There she was thinking about them again. Perhaps she had been flying for just a bit too long now. It was time to eat, drink, and rest. It was midday.
She gently tilted herself to one side at a slight downward angle, and slowly she approached the ground. She stretched out her legs, touching the long grass then ran a hundred meters in the clear field to her the momentum. When she came to a stop, she sighed, straightening herself out. She flipped her hair into place, then looked around. She probably scared off any game that was in a five-hundred meter radius of her, but that was fine. She had plenty of energy in her for a good hunt, in fact, she was eager for a good hunt.
She sniffed the air, catching the scents of a wide variety of animals, though she was interested in the moose she smelled nearby. Moose... There were no moose from where she came from. How long had she been flying? How far had she travelled?
No matter, the moose was calling.
She took a straight path into the cover of the trees, her pace slowing to quiet prowl. She did not want to scare it off, for she lacked the patience to lose and find a new target.
After several minutes of sauntering about the forest, she finally laid eyes on it. It was a full grown bull moose. A smile tugged at her lips; it had been a while since she had a decent hunt. However, she had to act quickly, or it would smell the burning of the twigs beneath her feet and flee. She did not want the to happen.
I few moments of waiting passed, and she sprang out from the trees. She bounded several feet before leaping, landing right on the moose's back. Surprisingly, the force of the impact did not bring him down. She dug her claws into his rough hide, and once she was satisfied with her grip on him, she twisted her weight to the right. He bellowed as she brought him down, though she released her grip at the last moment and managed to slide away, avoiding him crashing down upon her. With a snarl, she leapt back on him, dipping her head down to bite his throat. She held him in her vice for a minute, letting him die.
The 'Daeva raised her head, licking at the blood coloring her muzzle, then scanned herself. There were patches of blood on her white coat here and there, but she imagined her face smeared with blood. She was satisfied with that image.
