February 8, 2010 - 2:06am — OokamiAzura
And as she turns,
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams.
This fire burns,
I realize that nothing's as it seems.
I dream of rain,
I dream of gardens in the desert sand.
I wake in vain,
I dream of love as time runs through my hand...
--Desert Rose, Sting
It was all a game to her.
Pacing herself, she follows as the bull elk walks backwards, facing her, ensuring that his rear is protected from her fangs. Sola, ever so calculating, lunges, within yards of a cow elk’s carcass, tearing at the elk’s throat, just missing his jugular. But before he can even bring his hooves crashing down upon her head, she darts just out of reach, standing beside the fallen cow. She catches her breath, watching him intensely.
The plan was simple; tire the bull enough to attack without getting hit. Stand beside a cow elk, seeing as how the bull wouldn’t dare go near the body of his own dead. Rinse, lather, repeat. Sure, it took a long time to kill a bull in such a manner, but if it was one thing Sola had, it was plenty of patience.
She watches as the bull returns to his grazing just a few yards from her. She eyes his entire figure, looking at the open wounds, calculating just how many more bites and tears it would take to finish him. She smirks at the elk stumbles momentarily, finally feeling the effects of blood loss.
She howls.
The bull glances up just in time to see Sola charge fearlessly, only to witness his vision going blurry, and then falling into nothingness. This time, Sola hits her mark, tearing out his jugular, the blood spray hitting everything within several feet of them; trees, the ground, herself, and a poor squirrel trying to dig up an old cache of nuts nearby. She watches as the newly baptized squirrel scurries away, leaving a trail of urine behind in his wake.
In the viewpoint of a tiny squirrel, blood flooding out of a giant elk was more than enough to warrant pissing on yourself.