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[KAIRUSYL]

K A I R U S Y L

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The sun¡¦s rays were beginning to rise from the horizon, over the distant dunes of the desert and steadily clutching onto the canvas of purple hues from the night sky, slowly flicking back the blanket of shadows from the land. The savannah grass arose from their slumber as the stars faded, the clouds devouring them in their soft stomachs and cushioning them behind the coming morning sky. The atmosphere was a shying orange, the night sprinting away from the sunshine until at last it peeked above the horizon, a semi-circle greeting the plains as it licked the sweet remains of the moonlight. Kairusyl stretched out her long slender legs toward the horizon, her body aching after watching the sky for hours to wait for the sun to awaken.

The hunter¡¦s day started far earlier then the sun, but each day she spent hours contemplating optimistically to herself until the star rose, so that she could be the first to greet the sun before setting out. Her emerald optics glittered with delight as the rays of sun prickled her light brindle fawn fur, tickling the stripes and warming her pelt since the ground had sapped the heat from her. The smooth lines across her body, the lines curving into the angles of her skinny skeleton-framed structure. True, she seemed starved but strong of course; no one could doubt that Kair could hold her on especially as the lead hunter in the village. Muscles slid over her thick bones, stretching tight across her bodice and hidden only by her thin pelt of brindle, a shade matched only by the dry blades of savannah in the home in which she had lived for less then 3 years.

The others continued to slumber even moments after the sun had leapt from the hills in the distance, casting light upon her and although her day had begun, Kairusyl was content to rest for a moment longer before she rose. Arching her back, she lowered her chest to the ground but let her rump rise high, soothing her sore muscles before relaxing back into a natural position. Kair was like an Arabian horse, small but long muzzled head with a long curved neck and a slightly upward sloped back with a high raised tail, long legs but deep chest with a slimming structure. And although she was strong, she could not compete with the bone breaking pressure of a hyena¡¦s jaws nor with the swipe of a lion¡¦s paw. Kair was built for speed, her flexibility allowed her swift transactions between her sprints and attacks but also with her movement, it allowed power to build and for her strike to grow formidable.

The hound pricked her ears after deciding not to bother waking the rest of the village, the guards would awaken soon to watch over the establishment and if not, there was no doubt that there was one puppy who was awake and revving to begin their mischievous deeds of the day. Kair shook her pelt, but nothing sagged and no flab drooped from her body leaving only her ears to flop, bouncing off the sides of her smooth cheeks and her tail quivered, like electricity running through wire. Parting her jaws, Kair emitted a pitched whine of a yawn and rolled her shoulders, before glancing back and then lunging into the bushes, disappearing in the direction of the river.

The Ulinzi River was plentiful at spring but it was dangerous as well, the crocodiles or the hippos were bound to have offspring invading the beautiful source and with children, those two large adversaries were most likely cranky or hungry. And although Kairusyl was cautious, she did not seem disturbed by the fact that those larger creatures were beneath the surface. Her emerald eyes were cast downwards, watching the water though her posture was relaxed. She bent low, unlike what most hounds would do, standing and lowering their heads to lap at the refreshing liquid. Her belly touched the ground, haunches bunched into a tangle of tension and her leg stretched under her tongue so that if there was anything beneath the surface where she was drinking, the shift of water would alert the sensitive fur on her paw and she could leap away before anything struck at her.

Kair had learned this way from the lions, those loners that weren¡¦t enemies and not of the clans which were her prey, to lie close to the ground in order to escape any underwater predator such as the crocodiles. A bird cried out its lonely tune, before a chorus of song greeted it and the lands seemed to calm, her home seemed peaceful for a moment. It was times like this that Kairusyl seemed sane but only if those moments lasted. Suddenly the rustling of savannah blades alerted her, across the little width of a stream that broke from the main Ulinzi River. Her ears became erect, the tips facing the border of the wild lands where the cats roamed. Claws dug into the fleshy soil of the riverbed, her tongue withdrawing into her tongue as her emerald eyes widened, a smile stretching across her muzzle and pricking her cheeks. The sun had only begun to ascend to its peak height; even so Kairusyl was going to have a pocket full of sunshine.

T O Y : kairusyl, lead hunter of the village
M A S T E R : crypt
S T R I N G S : Well this is the first post of mine here on Mirage, this is a completely open post so prey, predator or whatever invited. I probably won¡¦t start a fight here, its way too early in the morning for her. But anyway, I really didn¡¦t know how to start it so hopefully this is okay. The length isn¡¦t too bad, I could do better but hey, it¡¦s the best for now.
P I N S : 887 words.

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[Prey]

Name: Teikyr (pronounced TEE-ker)
Species: Thompson’s Gazelle
Gender: Male
Advantages: Fast, agile, young, uninjured, small but sharp horns
Disadvantages: Inexperienced, arrogant, lacks brute strength, and really, really angry at the moment

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Hoofed feet cut into the dirt as Teikyr rose from his slumber. Stretching his head back and twisting his head in a comical and seemingly impossible position, he unsuccessfully tried to scratch an itch that was spreading across his back. My horns aren’t long enough… he thought ruefully, envious of the older males who proudly displayed a pair of subtly twisting, massive head ornaments. They could scratch their back just by slightly tipping their head back. Teikyr, however, wasn’t as lucky. He was still quite young, as far as gazelles go. At an awkward adolescent stage, his horns didn’t have time yet to grow into the impressive length of the older males. Trying one more time to alleviate his pesky itch, Teikyr reached his head back as far as it would go, but only felt the air generated from waving his stubby black horns about slightly ruffle his fur. Unsatisfied, he proceeded to hop and spin around in a circle, hoping that somehow he could twist in some way to cause his built-in backscratchers to meet his skin. He only succeeded in toppling over his own feet in a tangle of legs.

He quickly sprang back up, darting his eyes around the herd and hoping that no one had seen his clumsiness. Thankfully, they all seemed to be asleep. If anyone had seen, they made no indication. Sighing inwardly, he swallowed what was left of his pride and scratched his back on the trunk of a nearby baobab tree. Relieved, he took a moment to look around him. This was a special moment, he released, because he hardly slowed down to look at anything. The sun was just beginning to rise, a blaze of orange and pink spliced periodically by sparse wispy clouds that reflected the red and purple colors of the spectrum. Gazing at the brilliant orange painted across the sky, Teikyr fancied that it looked quite a lot like the orange of his fur. Of course that wasn’t true at all, but the vain gazelle thought highly of himself and enjoyed thinking that he was similar to something as magnificent as the sunrise.

However, he soon forgot his musings to peruse more fruitful endeavors. He strutted over to a patch of the greenest and best savanna grass that was usually reserved for the senior members of the herd. But they were still sleeping and couldn’t do anything about it! Eagerly bending his head to snip up the first few blades of grass, he opened his mouth and…

“Teikyr!!”

He shot straight up at least six feet in the air, not uncommon considering the gazelle’s distinctive leaping ability. Whirling a half turn at the peak of his jump, he landed facing the source of the yell. At first he thought he was imagining someone holler his name. They were all still asleep! But soon the circular shape of a supine gazelle soon raised his head and looked straight at him. When Teikyr saw who it was, he fearfully looked down at his dusty hooves and shuffled them back and fourth, slowly drilling a small hole in the dirt. He glanced up for just a moment only to meet a stern gaze made all the more intense by the stripes of black fur framed by white that slashed down his muzzle. Teikyr noted the two horns, one rising proudly from his head, but other snapped off at the middle. It gave the gazelle’s face an unnerving, asymmetrical appearance, and that distinctive characteristic had set the gazelle apart from all the rest. Some respected him, most feared him, but none knew exactly what happened to cause the shattering of his precious horn. Teikyr knew him well.

“I’m sorry, father…” Teikyr knew full well that what he was doing was wrong, and he also knew that this imposing gazelle was aware of his transgression. He resumed staring dejectedly at the ground, and once he risked a glance at the tuft of grass he was so close to eating. The sun, which was now making its way up the sky, caught the blades at such an angle that Teikyr could see the drops of dew still clinging to them, shimmering in the soft morning light. His mouth watered.

“Well, you should be.” His father snapped. “You know that the choice grass is reserved for the elders. In punishment of your foolish insubordination, you will be grazing there for the day.” He punctuated the word ‘there’ with a sharp jerk of his head, pointing his horn and a half towards a trodden path winding through the sleeping area. The grass was trampled from many hooves meandering along the route to find desired resting places. The once-healthy grass was now a sickly brown color, long dead and dry. No sane gazelle would ever eat from that sorry excuse for grass. Teikyr was convinced that it would give him a terrible stomachache.

“But Dad-”

“Do not argue with me! I have given you your punishment, which may I remind you, would not have been done had you grazed where you were supposed to. Now eat nothing but that grass today or you will have to answer to me.”

“Yes, father.” He muttered dutifully. Teikyr had once tried to contradict his father’s orders, and wasn’t about to do it again. Marching over to the bent and tattered stems, he ceremoniously ripped a clump out of the ground and chewed it with exaggerated flourish, his teeth gnashing together and trying in vain to work the dry straw into something swallowable, aware of his father’s piercing gaze still set squarely on his disobedient son. Teikyr’s eyes began to water from the effort, and his gums and tongue began to sting and bleed in a few places as the rigid stems pierced his skin. This stuff can’t possibly be edible! If he thinks I’m going to eat this, he’s got another thing coming. Teikyr spit the pulpy, bloody mess out at his father, and it landed with a disgusting plop at his feet.

“There’s no way I’m eating that crap! If you’re going to make me do it, then I won’t eat at all!” He yelled, his fury rising as he saw that most of the gazelles has awoken and were now watching their argument with curiosity and interest. Not waiting for his father’s answer, Teikyr turned and stalked away toward the river to get a much-needed drink. It would soothe the cuts on his mouth as well as get rid of the disgusting taste the dry grass had left, plus be a good excuse to be away from his father.

“So be it!” Teikyr heard his father’s faint voice behind him as he stormed away. Teikyr had to make a conscious effort to keep his ears turned forward and stop them from turning instinctively toward any sudden sound. But he managed it, not even flicking his domed ears back in acknowledgement of his father’s remark. If he had listened, though, he might have heard his mother admonish his father. “Weren’t you a little too hard on him?” But as he was, concentrating on only sounds coming from the front, he missed the small exchange.

Reaching the bank of the tributary that flowed off the mighty Ulinzi River, Teikyr was positively fuming. How dare his father humiliate him like that in front of the whole heard! Was he watching me the whole time? Not even wanting to think about that, Teikyr strode up to the water. He didn’t even try to be stealthy about wading through the tall savanna grass, trampling most of the tall inedible fronds on his warpath towards the stream. Not bothering to worry about crocodiles, hippopotami, or any other sort of nasty creature that could be dwelling in or near the water, he bent his head and took a few grateful drinks. As he raised his head back up, refreshed but in no means less angry, he saw a brown canine on the other side, smiling with her green eyes focused intently on him.

“What are you looking at, stupid?” The sentence was out of his mouth before he could think about it. If he weren’t so angry with his father, Teikyr would have never said anything so monumentally stupid. But it reflected his mood perfectly, and he honestly didn’t care about the implications of his remark. He knew whatever he had just yelled at was a predator and that he was prey; his instincts were screaming, “Run, you fool!” But Teikyr wasn’t in the mood to listen to anyone or anything, even if that something was his own voice of reason. He was pissed, and he didn’t care who knew it. Coursing with red-hot anger, he arrogantly felt sorry for anyone who messed with him. He didn’t care that this confrontation could possibly end in death.

[kalaharicat]

Rambo trotted through the grass and sniffed as he went along. He looked up, seeing if there were any predators or prey. Ears perked forward he could hear a mouse running around on the floor. But Rambo wasn't going for any rodent, but for a bigger animal. Rambo wanted a dead buffalo or an impala, but live prey could do just as well. A breeze picked up blowing the grass and the red and white fur on the wolf's body. But the breeze carried a message with it and Rambo picked up on it. It was a Thompson's Gazelle, the scent flooded Rambo's nose and made his instincts ring like a bell. The wolf picked his head up and started to quicken his pace. Soon he bounded through the grass, looking franticly for the gazelle.

Rambo found himself by a riverbed looking at a gazelle facing a village dog, "A village mutt..." he snarled, he watched as the dog gained ground on the arrogant gazelle. Its tiny horns showed it was young and Rambo watched in plessure as it showed almost no weakness. The Ethiopian Wolf liked a challenge and wouldn't back down execpt to a hyaena or a big hunting dog. From the looks of this dog Rambo might not want to face her, but its hairs were still sticking up from a slumber she once had. Rambo's mouth started to water as he stared at the gazelle.

Toy: Rambo
Master: Kalahari Cat
String: YAY!!! My first rp post here!!
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[KAIRUSYL]

K A I R U S Y L

The crunch of his delicate hooves peirced her ears, the volume amplified by her keen and experienced audits that hung forward at an elevated height as she raised them. Emerald optics met with a brief glance over the gazelle, landing upon his eyes that were clouded and which told her of anger, Kairusyl's ability to extract bits of information from even a glimpse was an amazing feat in an animal. His horns were small, from her elite vision, they were soft and a bit velvety which confirmed his age, young and rather inexperienced as well. Muscles seemed to sag a bit, giving way to a snort from her long muzzle. This would be an easy catch, her own long legs seemed to match his own with the exception that she could use hers to their full advantage and Kairusyl, simply wasn't sane.

"What are you looking at, stupid?" The insult simply didn't phase her, it only heighted the hunger in her belly and having just awoken, her paws desired the earth torn beneath her speed. Snaking from her slender muzzle, Kair dragged her sleek tongue across her lips and watched the gazelle hungrily. It was preoccupied by whatever anger seemed to dwell inside, festering until it was distracted with it's wrath to realize the dangers that the female posed. After all, she was a hunter and not only that, but the leading hunter of the village and of those creatures on these plains who had not realized yet. Her allies were the most powerful, weapons and intelligence galore reigned among the people and Kairusyl's own pack was among them, to share in their glory. Those that the wild beasts of the lands called two leggers, while she who knew better, who had learned from them with her observant gaze and her curiousity, knew they were humans.

Her paw beneath the water flexed, sharp dagger curved claws denting into the surface of the shore as she tested, carefully calculating the distance. This stream were she low lay, close and crouched to the ground with her haunches taut with anticipation and tension, was much smaller in width compared to the Ullinzi River. This was a mere branch of water that stretched away from the great source, Kair could easily stride to the other side with a single bound and rip into other's flesh. Quite easily in fact. Her rose ears tipped back, pushing down on the paw beneath the surface and a second past, before she launched herself over the stream. Landing beside the gazelle, a menacing but playful grin plastered upon her face, the canine greeted 'Ello poppet."

Her sense were targeted upon the gazelle, ever since her first sighting and so Kair was unaware of the brute that lay lurking nearby. But his swift insult, "A village mutt..." caught her by surprise and she paused for a moment to gaze at him, but that was enough for the gazelle to sprint away but speed would not be it's friend today. Especially when speed was what raced through Kairusyl's veins, twisting around, the hound bolted toward the gazella before curving her body. The sharp turn made a barricade, possibly stopping the young brute prey or making him stumble over her body, set low since she had stretched her legs far enough and bent her elbows down toward the ground. Nevertheless, she attempted a lunge and aimed for his horns, hoping to slit the top of his head and blind him with his own blood.

Because well, Kairusyl simply wasn't into easy kills. Of course not, her insanity wouldn't allow it and so she planned to torture him, let his pain last as long as it would for her enjoyment before she devoured him. Her paws were careful not to be stepped upon, delicate but sharply angled toes that ended in curved claws, finely pointed like swords with the strength behind them giving them the ability to tear flesh. But instead, she used them to find traction. Bolting in front of the gazelle, weaving back and forth like an agility hound would do to keep the brute moving far from where he already was. Waiting for panic to seize her, she snapped her jaws about his ears, hoping to snag a few peices off as an appetizer before attempting to headbutt him in the chest, wanting to send him gasping for breath before breaking one of his legs. Kairusyl grinned, simply enjoying the moment and not at all caring about the other brute, who wasn't quite as tall as her. Nor as insane.

T O Y : kairusyl, lead hunter of the village
M A S T E R : crypt
S T R I N G S :
P I N S : 762 words. I think.

[Prey]

The dog leaped across the river in one fluid bound, and that was enough to jolt Teikyr out of his enraged stupor. He needed to think. But more importantly, he needed to get away. NOW. But he couldn’t even manage to move. Every time a predator threatened the herd he was always shuffled to the middle, protected by the countless bounding hooves around him. He was never in any real danger… until now. The dog uttered a strange greeting and Teikyr risked a split-second glance at her. What he saw chilled him to the bone. The beast was smiling at him, an evil smile that Teikyr wanted to be as far away from as possible. But yet he still couldn’t move – he was rooted to the spot and no matter how much he willed his legs to run they didn’t go anywhere.

The arrival of a second canine intensified his fear. The dog said something, and for some reason it lifted the spell that was gluing Teikyr’s hooves to the ground. He bolted away through the tall grass, not knowing or caring where he was going as long as it was very, vary far away from those two predators. Bursting out of the grass, Teikyr paused for a moment to frantically look at his surroundings. He was nowhere familiar, and he couldn’t find the scent nor the sight of his herd. What have I done? he thought desperately. He was away from his family, his herd, his safety. There were two vicious dogs chasing him, and – rustlings in the grass alerted him even more painfully to the trouble he had gotten himself into. The dogs were catching up to him, and what was he doing? Standing around like a numbskull! All of his anger forgotten and his terror urging him forward, Teikyr burst forward, sprinting for all he was worth.

But it was not fast enough. One of his marauders had somehow gotten in front of him. He dog splayed herself out in front of him, but Teikyr was no stranger to things of this nature. He enjoyed leaping over fallen logs and boulders, so it was not a hard task to vault over the supine canine as she was trying to trip him up. However, his leap slowed him down and caused him to falter for a few steps, a fact that the dog had definitely taken into account. She was gaining on him, and there was nothing he could do to avoid the dog’s leap toward his face. Teikyr made a last-ditch effort to twist his head and deflect the blow. He was painfully away of the fact that his horns were too small to do any real damage, but he still tried to angle them toward the incoming paws.

Teikyr lucking managed to ward off the brunt of that attack, but the femme landed a large gash across Teikyr’s head. It was not directly above his eyes as the hound had perhaps wished, but the scratch reached from above his ear and a good way down his neck. As he continued his frantic race through the savanna, the blood from his wound didn’t drip into his eyes, but it still stained the ground red, marking his weaving path.

All of Teikyr’s instincts were trained on one idea: Escape. All he could do – all he was born to do – was run. Run away from his pursuers, run to his herd, run to safety. But the dog was still on him, snapping her teeth around his head and generally toying with him. Teikyr wasn’t about to let that happen. The next time the dog jumped up aside him, Teikyr rammed his head toward the side, hoping to knock the dog aside or send him sprawling on the ground. In doing so, he was aware that he could be risking his ear by bringing it so close to the snapping fangs. Teikyr Just hoped he was quick enough.

He was not prepared for what the dog did next. Regaining her balance after the leap at his ears, she abruptly jutted forward and landed a fearsome headbutt. Since they were both moving at such a fast speed, the momentum knocked Teikyr off his feet and sent him crashing to the ground. As the dust cleared, he could see the creature, still smiling that demented grin, and Teikyr channeled all of his fear and anger toward it. He knew that there would be no tome for him to spring up and run again – the dog was already on her feet and was sure to intercept him as soon as she saw that he was trying to get up. So he twisted his left hind leg around, hoping to create the illusion that he had broken it in the fall. If the dog bought it, Teikyr would wait until she got within striking distance. He would then kick out with all of his strength; despite his young age he could still get enough velocity to fracture a bone.

Teikyr whined, a pitiful, surrendering sound, furthering the act of his “broken” leg. But he was far from giving up. Now, if only that dog would come a little closer…

[kalaharicat]

Rambo watched as the dog looked at him, the pounding of hooves distracted them both. The gazelle bolted off through the tall grass and Rambo gave chase. The wolf bounded through the grass following the scent of the gazelle, he stopped and saw the dog in front of the young male gazelle. As the gazelle lept over the dog the dog grabbed its leg to make like it hurt itself in the fall. Rambo watched the fight through the grass and waited for the right time. The gazelle fell onto the dust and as the dog stood there waiting to make a move. Rambo licked his lips and waited for the time. He lept out of the grass and snarled at the two.

If the female lept at him it would be an even match but for now Rambo's focus was on the gazelle. Rambo bit down on the gazelle's back and felt blood rushing through his canines. He let go, leaving four canine marks in the young males back. Rambo snarled again looking at the gazelle then looking at the other canine. Blood stained Rambo's white teeth as he snarled baring his canines. Vultures flew above their heads waiting and watching. Rambo was determend to get his meal and almost nothing will get in his way. There were only two thing that could stop Rambo from eating a kill, one was a hungry lion and two was a hungry leopard and Rambo just wasn't about to let this dog walk away with this gazelle.

Puppet: Rambo
Master: Kalahari Cat
Notes:
Words: unknown

[Prey]

As lay in the grass, staring intently at the she-dog that was intent on taking his life, he caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye. No! It was that other dog! Rather, it was an Ethiopian Wolf, but Teikyr didn’t care about particulars right now. He had forgotten that there were two members to this hunting party as he was preoccupied with the first one. It was looking worse for Teikyr by the minute… before he could react, the new arrival advanced toward him and chomped down on his unprotected back, dancing around his curled leg and staying out of kicking range. d**n! The expletive exploded in his head as he felt the pain from the wolfs sharp teeth digging into the flesh along his spine. He jerked his head in pain, then whined while still cradling his fake broken leg. Most of his survival depended on if the dogs would buy his act that he was unable to run, and he would keep this farce up in the hopes of landing a vicious kick on whoever got close enough.

The blood, his blood from the bite wound flashed on the wolf’s teeth and poured out of the would in Teikyr’s back, staining the dirt and turning it a sickly crimson color. The puncture wounds weren’t big but they were deep; liable to continue bleeding for a while yet. Teikyr looked around from his vulnerable position on the ground. The wolf seemed as wary of the dog as Teikyr did… maybe he could play off that weakness? Heck, it was worth a try. Not like Teikyr had anything else to lose. Time to let his thingyy arrogance shine through.

“Hey wolfie!” Teikyr yelled while the two canines were snarling at each other. “Aren’t one’a you gonna finish me off already? Your buddy went and broke my leg when he knocked me over and I’m in enough pain already. We all know that I’m done for, but how do ya know that this pretty ‘lil dog is gonna let you have your fair share? What’s to say that she won’t take it all for herself? If I was you, I’d be pretty mad about it…” He trailed off, hoping that his hanging threat will be enough to set these two dogs against each other. And if they would take his first invitation… dart in to deliver the killing bite… then BANG! They’d sure find out that his leg wasn’t broken at all. And still, if they took his second suggestion and started bickering amongst themselves, Teikyr would take that distraction and bolt off as soon ad they started fighting.

All in all, the odds were looking pretty good for this little gazelle.

[KAIRUSYL]

K A I R U S Y L

Males. Often times their testerone seemed to get a hold of their better abilities, often used by their brains which seemed to fade when their thingyiness arose and attempted to dominate. But it simply wouldn't happen, Kairusyl was the leader of the village and neither self-proclaimed or through heirtage had she gained it. The azawakh mutt had recieved it through her own ambition and determination, it would not be so easy to steal it away even with the greatest amount of stealth there were some things that the hound simply excelled in. And dominance was one of them, as well as the fact that Kairusyl was a she. No male was ever going to forget that once she was done with them.

Her sparkling emerald eyes seem to devour the fact that she had placed a small wound between his cheek and his neck, a place were if she were intending to dispose of him quickly it would have made an ideal place to lodge her sharp needly like teeth into. Most would consider it a useless scratch, but Kairusyl knew better. If she forced her canines, sharp weapons plunging into the flesh and gripped on the other side, her jaws would crush his jugular with a simple jerk of her neck as long as she angled her muzzle under the cheek bone where the vital vein lay. But that wasn't what she intended, even as he lay vulnerable and seemingly weak but an experienced hunter such as she was not to be tricked so easily. Her tail rose, a position of power as it rose above her back to signify that she was a leader, not to be opposed or dealt with in such a stupid way as the gazelle was.

Pulling her teeth back, she let a trick of laughter fall from her throat and seemed to chuckle maniacally before loping after the gazelle at a smooth stride, catching up but not wasting her energy in doing so. He tried to swing his head toward her, and it might have worked had Kairusyl leapt at a faster pace instead of the leisurely speed that she had been going at. After colliding with him, Kairusyl daintily shook her head with the flop of her ears the only sound ringing in the cloud of dust before it cleared to reveal the gazelle on his side on the ground. Her optics gathered in the sight of her prey, one of his back legs twisted and while other predators may have jumped in at the chance to kill him. Kairusyl did not, simply because as it was mention before, they were sane. And she was not.

Her smile dropped, a disappointed pout of her face as she tsked at the pitiful event that had taken place. But Kairusyl simply wouldn't be put down from a game. Lowering her haunches, the delicately structured but far from fragile canine shifted down and sat daintily. Beckoning with a flick of her ears, she seemed to have been waiting for the brute to get onto his feet and begin running with three legs. But it was a moment before another, who she had scented and was quite aware of but simply didn't care for his presense leapt into the scene and snarled. Rolling her eyes, Kairusyl sighed and wondered why males had to be so dramatic when it came to entrances. Before letting her tail wind across her paws like a cat's wound, gesturing again with the tip for the gazelle to rise and begin the chase again. She was sure if it was smart, it'd get up but the expression on it's face, pure arrogance with a flash of stupidity flooding his mind well. Maybe she'd have to wait for awhile before he got the gist of what Kair was aiming for.

Unfortunately, the short male well short to her but quite large in his own species standard seemed to take her pause as an invitation to ruin her fun. The wolf lunged for the gazelle's back, biting into the flesh toward the spine but apparently not deep enough to severe the nerves. Shaking her head briefly, she wondered how anyone couldn't break the spine with such a simple and easy position as the wolf. Ugh, amateurs. The gazelle seemed to convulse with pain, still playing around with his pretend broken leg which at first Kair had believed it was before seeing that he could in fact move it and that no bone or no indentation in the leg confirmed any harm toward it. Kairusyl was simply observant, mind that she had been born a hunter with the elite skills of a murdered etched into her from the moment that breath had entered her large lungs.

The other male, an Ethopian wolf seemed to snarl stubbornly as if he intended to take the kill for himself which Kairusyl simply wouldn't allow. She was going to be queen of the African savannah, no stupid little loner wolf was going to take if from her, especially at this little unimportant situation. If she lost the meal, so beit. There were dozens of dogs by the village who would plead to be allowed to fetch her something to eat. He snarled at her, but Kair ignored it with a simple flick of her tail as if the brute simply wasn't worth her energy to pay attention to. After all, she was the valuable hunter that was prized among the villagers as well as the tourists that seemed to pass by and who watched in awe whenever she displayed her awesome speed. So she sat, ignoring the wolf as she watched the gazelle with amused eyes, Kairusyl simply wasn't going to be easy to convince to move at this moment.

The sun's rays seemed only to amplify the radiance surrounding her, her brindle fawn pelt was perfectly clipped and every muscle in her body was clearly defined. Every structure on Kairusyl was so perfectly formed, the stillness of her entire being making her seem statuesque and all the more perfect as she remained, unmoving and undisturbed by the reverbrating growl of the wolf. Until the sudden taunting of the gazelle brought her back, her playful but frighteningly mocking grin curving her lips and letting the tips of her teeth expose. "Hey wolfie!? Aren't one of you gonna finish me off already? Your buddy went and broke my leg when he knocked me over and I'm in enough pain already. We all know that I'm done for, but how do ya know that this pretty lil dog is gonna let you have your fair share? What's to say that she won't take it all for herself? If I was you, I'd be pretty mad about it?" Kairusyl made the solid decision that she wasn't about to call upon the rest of her village hounds, or at least a troop of them to aid in bringing this gazelle back into their home site and instead considered just letting the wolf kill him. So that later on, with a group of canines with her, she'd track the Ethopian wolf down and murder him as well. That'd be two points for her.

Her shoulder twitched dismissively at his taunts, trying to provoke her into action in which Kairusyl did not respond to. She wasn't some stupid little angry female that was about to go crazy because she couldn't share, it was apart of pack life. To give and to recieve, but it seemed like the wolf wasn't the sort. He seemed like a reject, otherwise one of those that had been exelled or had left from a pack. The brute didn't seem at all like a pack member, usually they didn't travel alone but well Kairusyl wouldn't have either, but she was close enough to home to assume that she was apart of the village. She seemed to reply in her mind, her only sanity speaking inside rather then outside, where the azawakh merely smiled deviously. The gazelle was mostly taunting the wolf, probably because he was closer and more likely to loose his temper, were he not to try to kill the gazelle and remain calm as she, Kairusyl would have thought that he was some sort of idiot.

The gazelle had given them two options, to attack him or to attack each other and quite frankly, Kairusyl didn't take any of them. It was really up to the wolf now, what he chose would be life threatening both ways. If he killed the gazelle, so be it. It was his kill to take, but that would leave Kairusyl the only hunter without a prey and she wouldn't walk away that simply. The wolf wolf would become her target and he would be the next killed for her meal. If he attacked her, then the gazelle was lucky unless Kairusyl decided that someone needed another dead carcass to feed the village. So then it'd be both of them dead anyway, just the wolf first. So either way, all seemed well for her. They were both trapped in a web entangled in their own blood, the gazelle for having been seen by Kairusyl and the brute who had hooked onto the chase as if he owned it. But they didn't. Kairusyl owned it, she was after all the queen of the village and not long after this, queen of Africa.

Until then, she merely continued to sit before suddenly rising a paw and tilting forward. Some would have taken it as the introduction into a charge, but instead Kairusyl tipped backwards into stability and lifted her paw higher. Whoever thought a dog couldn't lick it's paw in the same position as a cat was wrong, since Kairusyl did just this. With her paw rising high toward her head, she nibbled lightly on the brindle fawn fur on her toes and swiped her tongue across it, cleaning it of the dirt that had drifted onto it in her chase. Angling her paw again so that her pads were in a position where she could reach between her toes, Kair began to tug the little burs that had lodged themselves in between. Finished with one, she picked up the other and began the same routine again. Briefly, she glanced up to see if they had moved before returning to cleaning herself, swiping the paw over her head and across her ears before licking it again. They could now claim she was insane, and well, they'd be dead right. Just like that, dead.

T O Y : kairusyl, lead hunter of the village
M A S T E R : crypt
S T R I N G S : Sorry, but uh you guys assumed some things that were going on. But I'll let it go this time, since you guys let me off. :3 OH and excuse Kairusyl, she's a bit conceited. lawl.
P I N S : 1,757 words.