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 Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 4:51 pm
Though in the long run that lovely water could only quench his thirst, and not his hunger. Winter had been bearable, though not particularly pleasant for the Pryrin. Game was always harder to find in the cold months, and though he was more than capable of taking care of himself in spite of this, that didn't make it easy by any means.
The snows were patchy today, runoff from the melt convincing the stream he watched to try and pretend itself a river. Likely the snows weren't quite done with them for this year just yet, but it was nice enough for now that creatures great and small were likely to be venturing from their burrows. Today was probably a good time to try and hunt.
He glanced up from the water to see another Kirin watching him. He bobbed his head, but before he could formulate whether it would be appropriate to offer a greeting it faded away. Just another spirit, then... Oh, but there were times when he wished his gold-pupiled eyes might spot a real companion for conversation. His thoughts drifted to the autumn colored filly he had known what felt so long ago, and how she had fared. Harbinger... one of few he had ever called friend.
Alas, those were dim thoughts for a new day. Food... he needed to be finding food right now. The dark, multi-hued stallion turned and moved off into the trees, nose and ears alert for signs of some sort of game to make a meal of.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:23 pm
"I'm SO glad the white season is over." The white and rainbow mare shivered moving on, moving past more snow and hopping over what water she could.
Weaving through tree and snowdrift, she moved further towards where the sun would shine. She wanted to be where it was WARM! Leaping over a log she landed in an icy cold puddle, letting a yelp ring through the ever greening trees that once laid dead looking. Standing on the puddle, her tail whipping behind her, the mare closed her eyes wishing the puddle to just melt away. White dread like locks whipped over her shoulders before setting.
It was only the sounds of her stomach that made her move from the frigidness and through the trees once more. She had to find something, the white season had been way too long and now that the green season was coming, things would be returning to normal. Ears perched high, she walked on, hearing something, she diverted herself and took after the sound. Wings folded to her back closely, she hunted. Eyes focused, Itzel headed towards the the dark colored stallion, not knowing he was there.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 8:29 pm
It was like a ghostly voice whispered in his ear that something was approaching, though he well knew it may simply have been something he'd heard himself. Either way he heeded the warning and slid behind a patch of closely grown young trees to watch. T'was either lunch or... well, not.
After a moment a large tailless rodent nosed its way groggily out of a nearby bush, but he remained still. It was not from that direction whence the warning had come, and he did not want to to risk loosing larger prey nor make himself a potential target. One did not survive alone as long as he had by rushing into things, after all.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 3:36 pm
The white and rainbowed mare stopped for a moment, nose raising to the air, she sniffed. Someone was out there, ears flicking, something shifted to her side just at the corner of her eye. A flash of brown and the scent of fear, perfect. With a small grin, the butterfly mare turned and took off after the deer that had dashed away from her. Wings fluttering somewhat, she ran, leaping over bush, lock and rock, she swiped out at it with her horn, trying to knock it off its hooves. Not looking to where she was heading, she caught up to the deer enough to leap onto its back and cripple it. She came to be close to the dark stallion's hiding place, the deer kicked back at her as she tried getting her jaws around its throat.
"Come on." the mare snapped making the deer jump again and dash off. Itzel stomped a hoof as her wings fluttered in annoyance. Tail flicking behind her, she looked around to see where she had come to be. This was far from her home range, very far. Guess that's what happens when you aren't paying attention. "So much for a meal today." Her head sagged a little as her belly growled at her, she knew. She was hungry and hunting alone wasn't as easy as it first seemed.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 8:27 pm
The rodent remained for some moments, and all seemed quiet. He'd just about decided to catch it for a quick meal when much crashing and cracking of foliage was heard as the deer fled for its life. With an alarmed squeal the creature darted back under the bush, likely where its den was hidden, and just in time to avoid being trampled.
He watched the scene play out somewhat curiously, a bit startled in truth to see another Pryrin. Such a curiously pretty one, at that, though he imagined her bright colors were rather a detriment. At least he could blend in with the trees to a point in spite of his own colorful fur.
He stepped slowly from the trees and cleared his throat softly to inform her of his presence. No point in startling her more than necessary, after all. He stood there for a moment so she had time to spot and examine him before he took a few steps closer. "The day is not over yet, as far as I am aware. I believe that leaves time to catch something?"
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