The morning was soft and warm, the sunlight filtering in through the thick foliage patchy with green. Insects hummed softly and a small brook wound its babbling way through the trees. It was a pleasant, peaceful sort of start to the day, even if the birdsong was a bit quieter than usual but there always was some small sign of warning when a predator was about. The mare yawned, stretching languidly as the feline whose pelt she wore stretched over her own. Yesterday had been delightful, she could still taste the blood, still hear the startled scream and the gallop of hooves as her dear, sweet, helpless 'friend' tried to flee. Yesterday had been perfect, the past month's planning had gone without a hitch. The mare's family probably still thought she'd abandoned them, each phase of her performance had just gone so well.
It was over now though. And Caoraigh, though patient, disliked having nothing to do. She needed a new plot, in a place far away from the young mare she'd played with up until yesterday in the sunny afternoon. Usually she waited for the most appropriate weather for the scene about to play out, but there had been something wonderfully awful about the cheerful blue, cloudless sky and the fragrant flowers spilling to the edge of the small, crystal-clear pool being the backdrop for her inevitable betrayal. The pool was a bit spoiled now, dead things tended to do that to small bodies of water, but the idea of someone finding the remains in such a place was just too delicious to pass up even if she wouldn't be around to see it. Always better to move on before anyone could recognize her, tie her into the terrible, awful, wicked deeds, and spoil her stories. There were plenty of other places to go, other soquili to meet, other games to play. She'd raced most of the night to get this far away, the tracks she'd left those of a disturbingly large feline until she found the rocky ground at this pretty forest's edge to hide where she made the change back. Now she was no one significant once again, just a stranger looking to make a friend, or fall in love, or in need of rescuing, ah, so very many, many possibilities! The options were truly endless!
Mulling over which plots she might brush off and make use of, Caoraigh moved through the trees to quench her thirst in the small brook she could hear. Really, which plot depended on who she managed to stalk down and select as her prey. But it was amusing to consider which ones she might get to play with. A noble hero? A shy little thing? Oh the games to be had...
