Saraphina Skyglow 34th Day of Summer 514 AV T he wind blew through the leafy summer trees, filling the area with a sweet natural melody of calm and peace. Saraphina stepped off the dirt road from Zeltiva’s gates and moved through the long, overgrown grass, sighing in contentment and tilting her head back to soak in the morning sun. She had enjoyed the city, truly she had. But there was just something to be said about walked alone through the natural forest with nothing but your own heatbeat and the occasional chirping of the birds to hear. It was a relief to the Kelvic and a much needed break. Walking into the wilderness with only her backpack, loaded with nothing but her eating knife and black cloak, Saraphina kept moving toward the Mirahil Pass. Traders and the occasional hunter in the city had said that most of the pelts and red meat came from that area. And Saraphina was in need of a good hunt. Her tussle with two street thugs from a few days ago had sustained her for a bit, but her need to shift and stretch her animal form out was pressing on her mind. After walking into the forest for about half a chime, the red head looked around. The area was untouched by human hands. A few colored flowers grew by a fallen log covered in green moss. Long strands of grass that reached her hips bent and danced in the light breeze. Yes….this was a good spot. There would be plenty of small game running about, if she was lucky maybe a fat deer would wander by. Stripping down to her bare skin and stuffing her boots, clothes and prized pendent in the backpack, Saraphina stashed the bag inside the hollow fallen log. Rolling her shoulders happily, Saraphina took two jogging steps and leapt into the air. A moment later a massive orange and black tiger landed on four paws. L ifting a wide, triangle shaped nose into the wind, Saraphina sniffed the air. A hundred different scents she hadn’t been able to detect in her human form flooded her senses. Pollen from the grass seed, droppings from different animals that had pasted through the glade, patches of moist earth. Her ears, now pointed and topside, swiveled around to take in every sound about her. A mouse was scurrying through the grass about a dozen paces to her left, to her right she could hear the infant chirping of a nest of baby birds. None of those sounds was what she wanted to hear. She wanted a prey animal large enough to satisfy her appetite. Walking through the grass which now offered almost full concealment to the Tigress, Saraphina began her hunt. Small songbirds seemed to sense her presences and ceased their musical chirping, filling the air with an almost eerie silence. A shift and soft thump of feet several feet ahead made Saraphina freeze in place and pause in her breathing. A gust of wind brought the scent of her target to her nose…a rabbit. Licking her lips in anticipation, Saraphina crouched low to the ground. Creeping forward in a motion so slow it almost made creeping tar look fast, her sharp gold eyes picked out the brown hare. Long ears were pricked up in alertness and it stood on its hind feet, head turning this way and that to try and detect the large predator. G rass brushed by her shoulders and face without notice, all her attention was on the rabbit. Tensing her muscles in anticipation to pounce, claws slipping from her sheaths and lips pulling back from her long teeth, Saraphina exploded from the cover. Jaws opened wide, saliva glistening on her deadly canines……and snapped close on nothing but air. Bounding feet and flying dirt met her eyes and Saraphina gave chase without thought. The agile brown hare scrambled widely, long hind legs eating up the ground like a child with candy. She coiled her hind legs and lunged forward, trying once more to snap her teeth around the fleeing rabbit. No such luck graced the large feline as her intended target found its home and darted down a borrow and into the safety of its den. Growling in displeasure, Saraphina glared at the hole in the ground. She made a half-hearted attempt to stick a paw into the burrow, but knew full well she would not be able to fish out the rabbit. ‘Well done little one. You win this hunt…..I will give you this victory gracefully.’ S till a bit hungry, but willing to admit that she’d been out foxed in this hunt, Saraphina headed back towards the log she’d stashed her belonging into. No longer trying to be stealthy or seeking prey, she stuck her head inside the log and gripped the top of her bag in her mouth. Pulling out the backpack and carrying it with her, she started to walk back towards the road. The lack of a successful kill irked her a bit, but it was part of nature’s way. Not every hunt was a success, there was always a chance of going hungry. If every predator could take down every target they picked there would be not prey left in the world. As she walked, probably looking massively out of place as a large colorful cat holding a backpack, the crackle of a fire perked her ears. Pausing in her journey, she turned towards the sound. After a moment’s thought, Saraphina shifted her direction of travel to pass closer to the sounds of another presence in the otherwise peaceful and uncivilized forest. A few hundred feet of paced walking reveled another open glade, though this one was much smaller than the last one she’d been in. A large tent was set up close to the forests edge and a small fire crackled in a pit surrounded by rocks. A very pretty pale colored horse was tethered nearby and was quite agitated by her presence as she hadn’t bothered to sneak up on the site. Most interesting she found was the young, sandy haired man that ducked and weaved in the open space that was left in the glade. He held a wide double edged sword and was performing some interesting maneuvers, as though he was practicing fighting invisible enemies. The strikes and parry’s of the weapon intrigued Saraphina. Though she was skilled in defensive fighting and unarmed combat, the brawl in the streets from a few days ago did show that she could use some extra training. Sitting her rump on the ground and straightening her front legs, Saraphina kept a grip on her backpack and waited for the swordsman to notice her. |