Dark ruby eyes scaled the horizon, sharp upon any movement that fluttered throughout the dry grasses. From behind, a slow breeze picked up, carrying the scent of death and the weight of sand across all in its path. The lioness, however, paid it no heed as she continued her watch, the wind hindering her not despite the fact it pushed her scent down wind. It was no matter to her, for in the end no one could out run a lioness, trained and built for speed and strength alone, assisted by a mind not matched by many these days.
Soon enough, her coal black-rimmed eyes caught sight of her prey, a small herd of gazelle that wandered throughout the plains. She was well away from her current residence of the graveyard, sick of the scents and the mocking bones that did little to please her mind. Her cubs had disappeared, some still by her side though she cared not. Instead, she worried about other matters across the lands, matters that left her preoccupied for months at a time.
Muscles rippling as she took up speed, the winds brushed her pelt as she danced across the breeze, her paws touching the ground only enough to get a strong push off towards her prey. It was over in a second, her mood merciful as she swiftly killed a youth and left the others to flee, content feeding just herself that evening. Clamping her jaws down and ripping her meal, she lowered her shoulders but kept alert, watching the silent eve and making sure none came about unnoticed. It was not like Nuri to leave her back open, her childhood wanderings keeping her wise of all workings in this so called life.
