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Stalking in the grass, Har'Koa felt alive. Something she hadn't felt for a long time. Her imprisonment had dulled her senses, made her lose some of her finesse as the predator she was. This was changing with each long stride she took. It was nice to see that some things stayed the same with time.

She felt no remorse for the prey she was hunting. There were too many of them, if anything they were helping out by thinning their numbers. Though she was sure they wouldn't see it that way. Food was not smart enough to see the bigger picture.

Looking over at Loque'Nahak, her eyes narrowed in that happy cat smile. Together, they were going to create their own path dotted with the blood of these hooved nuisances.

Catching the hairs on the back of his neck rising, Loque had turned to see his mate's appreciating look. Returning the narrow-eyed gesture with a deep rumble coming from his chest he paused as his ears turned in a direction that was not Har'koa. Turning his head to follow glowing teal eyes narrowed once more, but in a much more calculating manner. There was something close by. Every inch of his body told him so as the hunter instincts silently killed any other thought in his head.

Food it whispered to him. Or danger. But that was a laugh. Nothing but his Queen was a match for him and he would never be threatened by her. He'd never give her cause to harm him.

Letting his nostrils do the work he stalked until the pale form of a flutter came into view. Though the markings on her accessories were familiar, that didn't matter to him. Flutters always tasted the best. Like the sweet, sweet, tingle of sugar to humans. He could feel saliva collect on his tongue as he spied her delicately spun wings. This would not only be easy but immensely satisfying to the palette.

With one flick of the tail, a twitch of an ear, and the tensing of his haunches as he made to stealth attack- Loque let his mate know that the hunt was on. All he needed was for her to move.

The river was close, she trotted forward, the chance of a refreshing drink reviving her flagging energy. Taking care to not slip as she stepped on the thick muddy banks, Rynn bent down and glanced at her reflection. Tangled red hair framed her face. While she wasn't beautiful by any measure, there was a slight grace about her. The flutter almost smiled to herself as her memories went back to her brother, he always joked that she could charm anyone if she put her mind to it... and kept her mouth shut.

She didn't even get a chance to take a sip of the cool water, instead, fire blossomed at her shoulder and she was thrown into the river it'self. Scrambling to the surface Rynn gasped for a breath of air before being pulled back under by teeth sunken into her hide. Kicking out at her unknown assailant, the flutter felt the cold water numb her shoulder as the warm mouth was torn off. Another kick felt her hooves connect to the beast that wounded her and she pushed as hard as she could trying to break free of the dangerous claws. The water rushed around them, stained red with the blood that flowed freely from her shoulder as she stumbled upon the rocks at the bottom of the river, trying to catch a grip and scramble out.

The stupid prey's hooves made contact with her, and the force knocked Har off of it and further into the water. She hated water. With every ounce of her being, she hated water.

She floundered around for a moment while out of her element. She had been in worse situations before, but this hit her as a bit of a shock and made her slow to recover. There was a bite on the back of her kneck as her partner pulled her out of the middle of the fray and onto dry land.

Although Har appreciated being groomed, it was more than a bit embarrassing for her to need it in the first place. Shaking the water off, she sent drops onto Loque. This was only slightly intentional.

Joining in on the waiting, she watched as the blood from the flutter's wound pumped out into the blue waters. Har licked the blood off of her teeth. The sweet taste excited her, and she became anxious for more.

Loque stopped his idle grooming as soon as the churning in the water had ceased. Stepping closer to the river, he watched as the swirls of mud that indicated where the flutter was moving progressed to the other side. The interesting mix of blood and mud was slightly fascinating and he watched in hunger as the small mare drug herself out of the water.

"Pity you didn't drown," he rumbled at her from deep within his throat. "It would have saved you a much worse fate, little treat."

Trepidation at possibly landing in the water slowed his assault for a split second before he leapt over to pace in a semi-circle about the flutter. He knew his mate would be there nearly simultaneously and now that first blood had been drawn, it was play time.

With that, he lashed out paw first with claws extended.

Rynn backed up as best she could, blood seeping from the bite on her shoulder. She glanced around her, looking for a way out. All that surrounded her was trees and a thick underbrush. A small path lead away to the right and she had to make a quick decision, to run or to stand. She couldn't run for long, her small stature was no match to their powerful muscles and claws. Maybe she could get lost from them in the underbrush but in the state she was there was little chance of it. The flutter felt herself tremble as the cold water dripped from her mane and tail. She had to think of something fast!

Backing up she aimed herself for the shallow passage way, feverishly hoping that it would lead out to freedom. Rynn felt a branch crack beneath her hoof as she slowly moved backwards, trying to seem braver than she felt. "D-d-don't c-c-come any c-c-closer!" Fearfully her stutter came back even worse than usual as the terror welled up on her chest. Some how she had to find a way out of this or there was little chance of surviving.

Salivating, Har'koa went over to her mate and put her nose to his paw. The blood smelled wonderful; to die for. It was warm and inviting. She imagined how it would feel to take the final bite and to steal the last bit of air from its gasping throat. For so long, the hunt had only been a vision of the past. For so long she had waited.

The blood on Loque's paw, and the the remains of what had been on her teeth tingled the senses, and made her want more.

Yet, the flutter hadn't moved yet. It was frozen in fear, and starting to take all the fun out of it.

She looked at the wounded mare, "Boo."