53rd of Fall, 512 AV Leth's hold on the moon was strong and but the stars still shined bright enough to illuminate the land below with a faint glow. Bear cursed at this. The best hunt was done in the dark, where she had the advantage and her prey didn't have a chance of seeing her flying above. Her prey was no where to be found. And she blamed the stars, for even though her wings were beginning to become exhausted from flight and cold, she still hadn't found a suitable prey. Below was blotches of forests, smudges of hills, and the jagged danger of mountains. But above Bear's dark, swift form were stars which betrayed the night's wish for darkness. It must be Their fault. Flap, her wings went, a quiet noise that was covered by the winds around her, and Bear's mouth was closed, not a screech making it's way from her throat although she was becoming angry at the creatures below. Her black eyes scanned, but her eyes blending into the darkness did not help because there was no creature searching for her in terror from below and she just did not understand! Where was all the life? A calming breath forced itself from her and the hunter tamed the herd of thoughts that was quickly going to disperse in chaos. To catch prey, Bear must think like prey. So, if in the darkness there seems nothing, perhaps they are hiding from something they know is out there. Another nocturnal predator? That was frustrating, enraging almost! But, it must be the case, otherwise she would have found something bigger than a squirrel by now. Bear dared to fly lower, circling in the sky, searching and waiting for a decent rustle of a tree or the clattering of hooves. Whistling of wind, dripping of water, and finally a squeak in the empty forest below. A squeak, Bear thought regretfully, of course it was a squeak. Tiny noises of panic and rustles of the first feeling of terror and then it was fleeing further, and further. And the Zith let it flee, recognizing that tone and unable to pursue for fear of killing it, but wanting to chase the baby animal and bring it back to it's home, to ensure it remained safe with it's family. But then Bear shrugged and her frown was gone, just as the young animal was gone. But the silent land below still remained. Perhaps there was some way to convince the stars to dim. There was no cure to her light-sensitive eyes, so maybe the sun could be convinced to stay down when it normally rises so that the animals may wake to darkness. Flap, Bear's wings had become more tired, and the smudges, blotches, and edges were starting to blur into meaningless splotches of color. But speaking of color, Bear had seen one color that shined below, in a tree. Inside the blotches shone a red light, a pair to be exact, but the Zith quickly kept her distance. Red reminded of home and the savage winged creatures that stalked the night skies, perched in trees and waited happily in shelter to pounce when you were tired. A pair of red in Cyphrus were eyes to be avoided, and with that Bear turned tail and began her flight far away. Fresh dinner could wait, old dinner would be now. The meat stored in the bag hanging from her harness hadn't begun to stink, so off Bear flew, her wings tired, the stars still shining irritably. Where had the baby animal gone, she wondered briefly, and had the Zith she'd seen heard it's cries? Should she go back? Cave, below was a cave, an odd opening among the forests and the mountains. As fast as her worry left her mind, Bear had dived from the sky into the darkness, Leth's hold of the moon weakening, giving way to the unrelenting sun. Fine, Bear thought, another night and she would find life that didn't squeak or shine red. |