Timestamp: Fall 83
Dawn crept across the sea like fire, light bouncing off the tops of the blades that were covered in dew. Most of the evening predators had retreated to their warrens and their dens and their caves to rest until the next night. It let the animals of the day come a-creeping from their own safety to observe the world again.
And among them, once more, was the serval. Issy had left her clothing with that infernal horse once more and tied the beast to a bush well away from where she would be stalking. A deeper than average trench had been located that had drawn all number of birds and small mammals to it and the kelvic was determined to find herself a good kill from here. After her encounter and small hunt with Khida and Shahar on the 82nd, she had not managed much of a haul worth turning in. A few sparrows and a hare had been about it and the feline shifter wondered if perhaps she had gotten too out of shape after Lukyc had been killed.
So here she lay, the short tail behind her twitching across the grasses as she watched the little stream weave along the dip towards whatever destination it sought. She could smell fish in the stream and wondered if perhaps there were some mudpuppy's in there somewhere; but then, the kelvic was not particularly interested in getting wet to catch prey. Her ears twitched and swiveled about, trying to listen for threats around her as well as any worthwhile prey ahead of her while grey-gold eyes scanned the shore and grass line.
That was when the whoosh of wings overhead caught her attention and the felines eyes rose to the shape of a grand old bird descending to the water. The animal was tall and elegant with a black beard of feathers along its long neck and over the front of its chest. Its body was a silvery-grey with hints of white amid it and a tail that was fanned in ebony. Bright red eyes were framed by a handsome black head and a long ivory beak ended in a sharp point. Once it landed, Issy noticed a flattened crest of white plumes shaped comely against its head.
What a lovely bird! It would make a fine catch, no doubt, but it is awfully large and that beak looks quite sharp..." Still, the serval was certain she could catch it before its wings could carry it out of range. Those long legs were sure to be its undoing.
The bird had folded its wings against its body now and was standing in the water, bright eyes keen upon the rippling surface and blissfully unaware of what watched it. Issy took the opportunity to slowly sneak forward, moving along the edge of the grass until she could get directly behind it. Her tail flicked in excitement and she flattened herself against the ground, watching and waiting for just the right moment.
Dawn crept across the sea like fire, light bouncing off the tops of the blades that were covered in dew. Most of the evening predators had retreated to their warrens and their dens and their caves to rest until the next night. It let the animals of the day come a-creeping from their own safety to observe the world again.
And among them, once more, was the serval. Issy had left her clothing with that infernal horse once more and tied the beast to a bush well away from where she would be stalking. A deeper than average trench had been located that had drawn all number of birds and small mammals to it and the kelvic was determined to find herself a good kill from here. After her encounter and small hunt with Khida and Shahar on the 82nd, she had not managed much of a haul worth turning in. A few sparrows and a hare had been about it and the feline shifter wondered if perhaps she had gotten too out of shape after Lukyc had been killed.
So here she lay, the short tail behind her twitching across the grasses as she watched the little stream weave along the dip towards whatever destination it sought. She could smell fish in the stream and wondered if perhaps there were some mudpuppy's in there somewhere; but then, the kelvic was not particularly interested in getting wet to catch prey. Her ears twitched and swiveled about, trying to listen for threats around her as well as any worthwhile prey ahead of her while grey-gold eyes scanned the shore and grass line.
That was when the whoosh of wings overhead caught her attention and the felines eyes rose to the shape of a grand old bird descending to the water. The animal was tall and elegant with a black beard of feathers along its long neck and over the front of its chest. Its body was a silvery-grey with hints of white amid it and a tail that was fanned in ebony. Bright red eyes were framed by a handsome black head and a long ivory beak ended in a sharp point. Once it landed, Issy noticed a flattened crest of white plumes shaped comely against its head.
What a lovely bird! It would make a fine catch, no doubt, but it is awfully large and that beak looks quite sharp..." Still, the serval was certain she could catch it before its wings could carry it out of range. Those long legs were sure to be its undoing.
The bird had folded its wings against its body now and was standing in the water, bright eyes keen upon the rippling surface and blissfully unaware of what watched it. Issy took the opportunity to slowly sneak forward, moving along the edge of the grass until she could get directly behind it. Her tail flicked in excitement and she flattened herself against the ground, watching and waiting for just the right moment.
