Setting - A grassland. (sorry for the vagueness...)
A fire lit the eyes of the young woman as she crouched upon the boulder. Her orbs had spotted the deer that would become her food for the night. The only thing that lay between her and them was a meadow of tall grass. She bared her teeth, her mane of long red and purple streaked blonde hair shifted in the wind, as it blew strongly against her features. Her eyes narrowed against the dust that was occasionally brought with the gusts. Her expression turned to one that labeled her attitude as 'cocky'. She lowered her body slightly and her form shifted, becoming that of a wolf. Her fur was a lighter golden color, but the streaks were still visible. Her eyes became wide as she launched herself from the rock. She thanked her lycan strength, happy that she needed no pack to take down a deer.
She slowed her speed so that she was slinking along, her body a mix of canine and feline. Her shoulders rolled gently as her stride became slower and slower. She found a decent spot where she was downwind of the herbivores. Savoring their scent, she shifted her body so that she could get to them easier.
Adrenaline pumped into her system sporadically, and she pushed with her back paws, launching herself again towards the herd. Her stride opened up, and she continued towards the creatures until she was close enough to touch them. They had seen her, and were running now, and she didn't blame them. She laughed darkly through her muzzle as she kept pace with them. She had no doubt about who the winner of this would be. She kept jumping up and biting the hide of her chosen herbivore. She would land on the ground, her stride never broken.
Finally, she tired of her game, and decided to end the creature's life. One last time, she jumped and went straight for the throat, fastening herself upon it. She dangled there for a moment, shaking her head back and forth until the deer gave a last dying breath and fell to the ground.
Baylyn lay by her kill, still panting gently. She loved the thrill of the hunt, and it brought so much joy to her system. She stood up and took a few more strips from the caracass, relishing the taste. She sat upon her haunches, relaxing her body, and letting the scavenger birds take their fill. She watched as the graceful and graceless landed upon the deer and took their turn. Finally, she tired of the activity and decided to head back home.
