Wings folded down tight against her sides Masquerade dove at full force towards the earth below. The fierce wind whipped at her mane, and blew up her nostrils in an apparent attempt to choke the huntress and drive her away form her kill. Well to bad! Masquerade wanted that d f***ing doe and she was going to have her! Mother earth be d***ed!
She did enjoy her earth bound games, but diving down upon prey from high above was so much easier. Her prey never saw their own demise coming like the angel of death from the clouds above. Poor fools.
Leathery wings snapped open just in time for her to bank and slow down just enough. Her timing was impeccable as her jaws snapped closed around a young does neck. She carried the body for only a moment before landing with a soft thump upon the ground. A twisted grin stretched across her face around the kill she held so proudly, before she nonchalantly dropped the body.
Glowing eyes scanned the area for another soul, mostly other kalona or skinwalkers whom might try and steal her kill from her. She would fight for it of course, but she was small compared to most of her kind.
Content that there seemed to be no kill snatchers around Masquerade flicked her long tail decisively and lowered her head to begin her dinner.
