A piercing, shrilling cry of a hunting bird filled the capacity of the world beneath the forest’s massive canopy. Ah yes, Maedhros could not help but chuckle quietly to himself as he maneuvered with mastered strides through the dense, forest foliage. Even the avian creatures can smell death when he approaches. The little sunlight that managed to penetrate the forest’s canopy danced along the lycanthrope’s pelt – revealing that though the natural pigment in his coat was of a flawless, snow-soft ivory, the werewolf had spent some time rolling about in mud, tainting that pristine color and smothering it with an earthly hue of chestnut. There was a cold, hardened glaze to those twin, honey-yellow eyes that peered through the littering flora – though they seemed to mix with colors of loss, pain, and confusion, there was a hint of sordid strength.
They were the eyes of a killer, a beast…
A monster.
Lowering himself down to his haunches, he leaned forward slightly against a brush line that bordered a clearing. A paw equipped with long, black talons carefully picked each leaf aside, just enough to peer through and glance at whatever prey would be nearby. The sound of the small rivulet that wound through the clearing between a few trees filled his ears, causing the tips to twitch from the clarity. A small fawn stood gracefully in the daylight, grazing upon the long, emerald zephyrs that tickled her hooves. Suddenly, she stopped, raising her frail head to glance around for a moment before returning to her grazing. Removing his hand from holding a branch or two aside, Maedhros twisted around a bend of trees, to where he would be closest to this delicate, unsuspecting creature.
The next few moments were swift, each passing second fatal if the fawn was to make a mistake. As four hundred pounds of killing fury exploded from the hidden sanctuary of the flora, the fawn had just enough time to glance up at what was to be the last thing she would ever see. Twisting around to flee, one of Maedhros’s massive paws swiped out and grasped its hind leg, pulling its weight towards him in a single, swift movement. As a result, the fawn collapsed hard against the earth, and though she attempted to struggle, she was suffocating underneath the weight of the werewolf as he positioned himself over the deer. His hungry maw slammed forward against her throat and collapsed itself around her windpipe – horrible noises left the dying animal’s mouth, whether they were cries of pain or panic, it was impossible to tell.
Slowly, as the creature began to fall silent and still beneath him, he released his death grip on the deer’s throat, crouching beside the corpse as saliva slicked down from his bloody maw. Adrenaline still tensed his muscles—he was shaking slightly as he glanced down towards the two, beady black eyes that were dilated and bewildered. The fear he saw in those dead eyes made him chuckle as he gorged himself into the warm, slick flesh of his victim. Each breath carried that thick, richness of ichor in the air, lingering and tickling at his wet nostrils as the smooth gut easily passed through his mouth and slid into his gullet. Leaning his massive cranium back, Maedhros could feel his talons dig into the soft flesh of the fawn; a bone gave a sick cackle beneath his paw from the weight.
He threw a cutting roar into the daylight air, then returned to his feast.
A lost way of eternity rang through the air like several storms of raging battles. Tears of sunshine never lasted in the floral arrangement of mystic plants but strove it's best to shine light onto a world of little or no importance. Prey and the predator was this place. Breathing in the life of another animal seemed to be the case for the unexpected victims. Clenching her sword she chopped her way through the foilage and futile arrangements of pine, oak, bleeding heart and others.
She came to a clearing the was soaked in with the warmth from the sun's god given rays that filled the world with not only light but a heart felt warmth that gave the soul a sense of relief to dangers. A click of talons seemed to echo in the noise filled forest. Creeping towards the clearing and herself creeping away from the pending danger.
Winding forest vines around a tree was a perfect form of cover for her. Climbing on top of the slick branches she sat on on top and watch the forest's life flutter before her eyes, especially a fawn who was trotting into the clearing where she had been. Carefully it looked around and grazed on the plants. Lifting it's head to the danger it to felt. Then out from the foliage of unseen messes was a large were-wolf crushing the poor fawn's body with it's massive body.
She jumped down from the tree and ran away from the seen. She then noticed in the fog of her vision she saw a man behind dead and live brush. She knelt down and slowly and cautiously raced over to him.
"Place here not save. You come with me." She said grabbing the man's arm.