It was rather unfortunate that day. Tiaue`a’s stomach was grumbling too! She worked so damn hard sometimes, and to what end? None really, but that wasn’t the point; the point was she wanted foo-
She peered down at the little morsel wobbling along the ground far down below her. She had been circling over the crater for a while now. The volcanoes below, dormant or not, still created that heated pillar of air and she could glide along it for hours. And she had tried to do that to get her mind off of things, like hunger, but some distractions, almost like cravings, seemed to enter her mind, like memories of a fresh meal. Regardless of that, it was a lovely day; the sky was gray, like the fur of the wolves, and the ground glittering with white, reminding her of the winter rabbits. Underneath that coating, she knew well enough that there were still those Inarta hard at work with their red flowing hair, which almost appeared like trickling blood over the fur of her prey. But Tiaue`a knew how to keep focused, of course.
All the same knowing something doesn’t necessarily mean she’d abide by it. It was a shame the poor dek wouldn’t have rat tonight, those that were desperate enough that was, but oh well! Finders keepers.
She had passed the little owl off before, but kept turning her head back over her shoulder to keep a watch on her meal. Like hell anyone was taking her meat! She then began to descend, her back arched and her wings tipped forward and she began to glide down. She made a sort of figure eight to get behind the owl. In her final moments she soon realized she didn’t have the room from this angle to snatch the rat up. She wouldn’t make that mistake again; she didn’t like making a mess of herself when she ate, especially not in front of others. To some other misfortunate she also soon realized it wasn’t a rat, but an owl instead. If the Inarta had a repertoire of naughty taboo words, she was thinking of them in rapid succession, vigorous, rapid succession…
She drew herself back again and beat down at the ground when she spread around the snow and landed with a less than graceful look upon her face. The Inarta couldn’t truly tell, but any bird, or maybe some Inarta familiar with the birds, would see that deranged look in her eyes…the demands of her voracity. Maybe she was just in one of those sadist moods, but she began to chatter with her meal telepathically. Most of the time it was an accident, but that didn’t make a difference because they didn’t always understand Nari! More misfortune! She probably tipped the kelvic off on her ingenious plan to end her hunger. Take it for what you will, birds were sacred to the Inarta…but there are always exceptions. Besides, it was her colony, Tiaue`a’s, perhaps she was just guarding it, cleaning up, tending to her hunting grounds, call it what you will. Give me my meal!
She was cautious to not give herself away too much. The colony birds of Mount Skynarta were generally fair to their smaller kin, and respectful enough to not commit a lesser degree of fratricide. What to do, oh what to do…? Her right talon stepped forward and back. She didn’t want to get too close, so she started to lean in closer as she whispered sweetly in her mind and Strix’s, “Come here, little owl. Oh that’s a good girl, good girl. You’re sure a pretty little owl. Look at those perky little cheeks and that plump stomach! Why I could just eat you right up, now couldn’t I dummy? Why yes I could, of yes I could! Oh, you look so tasty, I can hardly keep my talons from you!”
Tiaue`a’s beak was open loose ready to take a swift peck at the little owl and gobble her up in one bite. It was better that way! No mess to clean if she were to pick her apart on the courtyard, and better yet, no witnesses. If the Yasi were to ask where she went she could just say “Oh, the owl? She flew off!,” but no! The little bugger had those big eyes staring right back at her. The slightest wrong move could set off an alarm, alert the guard, startle mass panic! Oh the catastrophe that would cause… She just kept a fast distance until she could step a little closer and snatch the morsel in her beak. The temptation to take her now was almost too promising. |