Green Labyrinth
03-22-2018, 07:10 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-22-2018, 07:37 AM by Rift Presence.)
He paced. He had wondered from his normal home; searching always searching. He was hungry, so hungry. A primal growl rumbled in his muscular chest. He would eat soon. His hairless skin was dominantly a stunning lilac. The feathers that were raised on his back flashed a brilliant blazing orange. The same color seems to bleed down to his powerful primal stripped legs. His head and eyes are covered by a black exoskeleton, trademark to his proud breed.
He paused lifting his head scenting the air with his mouth slightly open to draw in the faintest trace of prey. A stale aroma drifted on the slight breeze. His head whipped around before racing off. Tucked up against the side of one of the towering walls lay a tusk. He fell upon his snarling softly in his aggregation mixed with glee. If he couldn't have flesh he would have to settle for this. He knew marrow could and would hold him over, but the hard part was cracking it open. He gnawed at the tusk testing it's strength. Satisfied he would be able to do the job he rose and pulled the tusk deeper into the shadows.
As his powerful body touched the grass the breeze shifted directions. Power muscles flexed with anticipation as his mouth watered. Horses. He could almost taste them already. His instincts screamed at him to chase them down, rip them apart, and devour them. He was not home, this was no place to try and sneak up on prey. No. No he would wait for them to come to him. His lip lifted in a silent patient snarl. Bright eyes flashed from under their protective screen at the though of flesh. The Harpax waited silently for his prey.
He paused lifting his head scenting the air with his mouth slightly open to draw in the faintest trace of prey. A stale aroma drifted on the slight breeze. His head whipped around before racing off. Tucked up against the side of one of the towering walls lay a tusk. He fell upon his snarling softly in his aggregation mixed with glee. If he couldn't have flesh he would have to settle for this. He knew marrow could and would hold him over, but the hard part was cracking it open. He gnawed at the tusk testing it's strength. Satisfied he would be able to do the job he rose and pulled the tusk deeper into the shadows.
As his powerful body touched the grass the breeze shifted directions. Power muscles flexed with anticipation as his mouth watered. Horses. He could almost taste them already. His instincts screamed at him to chase them down, rip them apart, and devour them. He was not home, this was no place to try and sneak up on prey. No. No he would wait for them to come to him. His lip lifted in a silent patient snarl. Bright eyes flashed from under their protective screen at the though of flesh. The Harpax waited silently for his prey.
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