Post by nyota on Aug 22, 2007 15:09:46 GMT -5
It seemed like it had been years since the fresh taste of food had passed his lips. He longed for it and craved for it but he had not been succesfull in his last few hunts. His energy was running low and he knew he could not last much longer without food. He would starve to death if he didn't eat soon but now a greater urge came to him. The urge to mate.
Duma walked with his head low, looking at the ground before him. He walked with absolute silence, lost in his thoughts of the future and if he was to see it. All the scents melted away from him. They were nothing to him: the scent of rain, gazelles, water buffalo and then a small scent of a fae. But it soon faded. Was it a trick of the wind? He pushed it aside and again focused his mind on the future of his life. All the sounds melted away around him. They were nothing to him: the wind in the grass, water buffalo bellowing, gazelles bounding away, the crack of thunder from a close storm; and then a call. Ears pricked to the sound and Duma froze. He rose his head up high above the grass and listened intently to it. The call of a fellow cheetah... a fae.
He locked onto where the yowl had come from and started to trot towards it. Duma raised his head and let out an answering yowl, making his prescense known. At the moment, he forgot his dieing hunger and trotted onwards towards the fae.
Duma's yellow eyes spotted a female just ahead, resting in a tree. He stopped when he first saw her and crouched low, waiting to see if she would respond to his prescence.
Duma walked with his head low, looking at the ground before him. He walked with absolute silence, lost in his thoughts of the future and if he was to see it. All the scents melted away from him. They were nothing to him: the scent of rain, gazelles, water buffalo and then a small scent of a fae. But it soon faded. Was it a trick of the wind? He pushed it aside and again focused his mind on the future of his life. All the sounds melted away around him. They were nothing to him: the wind in the grass, water buffalo bellowing, gazelles bounding away, the crack of thunder from a close storm; and then a call. Ears pricked to the sound and Duma froze. He rose his head up high above the grass and listened intently to it. The call of a fellow cheetah... a fae.
He locked onto where the yowl had come from and started to trot towards it. Duma raised his head and let out an answering yowl, making his prescense known. At the moment, he forgot his dieing hunger and trotted onwards towards the fae.
Duma's yellow eyes spotted a female just ahead, resting in a tree. He stopped when he first saw her and crouched low, waiting to see if she would respond to his prescence.
