The Reaper's Touch (open)

[Cymopoleia]

[bg=9f9f9f][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] The grass rippled with the gentle breeze that came from the north, with each step her paws made little bugs fly up from the grasses that bent down. Cymopoleia, the alpha of the Hated, sniffed the air. A puff of breath pushed out her nostrils as she searched for the scent of her prey. She couldn't find it though, the rabbit was gone and she was out on dinner. The hunger she felt gnawing at her belly though was not strong enough to make her look for another rabbit. So instead she moved to through the grass with a slow purpose. Cymmie was deep in thought, spinning about the dark recesses of her mind. Slowly she was making her way to the smell of rotting meat. Without realizing it she was on her way to a carcass of a deer. As she came out of her thoughts, thoughts filled of blood and the Thirst being sated, she realized she was standing at the side of the corpse. For some reason the smell, that should repulse her sensitive nose, instead made it flare and her stomach grumble. Maggots had started to hatch and devour the meat in certain places and it was only the sight of these wriggling white larvae that made Cymmie rethink her idea of feasting on the meat. But the hunger for meat was once again in her body and she was searching, swallowing back the saliva that wanted to escape her mouth, she made her way once again through the tall grass. Her head swung back and forth on her shoulders as she hunched them so she could walk closer to the ground. Inhaling once again she scented the enticing smell of a rabbit. They always smelled wonderful. Almost as good as dog meat that had just been ripped open. She froze as the rodent's head came up above the grass, as it sat upon it's hind legs. She made sure she remembered it's location as it settled back down and then she moved closer. Carefully her muscles tensed with each step and suddenly she was flying into action, into chase as made to attack the hare. It sprang into action too, but she was too close, and even as it made to turn away she swiped her paw to make it lose its balance and then bit the back of its neck. The blood that leaked into her mouth was intoxicating, something that made her head spin. The rabbit screamed as she relocated her grip and pulled its throat from its neck. The scream died in a gurgling gasp, and she licked her lips. Her touch was just as bad as the Reaper's. Almost everything was fair to her to eat as long as it was alive. She killed without ever the fear that guilt would plague her. Cymmie began to eat, the warmth of the flesh took away some of her hunger. But the Thirst would never be staved off by the blood or flesh of some rabbit, only a dog would do. Words: 513 Muse: GREAT Song: N/A Thinking Speaking