Aithne
I can feel the flames on my skin
Oblivious to her silent watcher, Aithne continues to cast about for prey. Her nose to the ground, her ears flicker back and forth, keeping track of her surroundings as best she can. It's difficult, juggling her enhanced senses, but she's getting used to it. Now that she's an Ancient - now that she's free - she's determined to make the most of it. To be the best.
She catches a scent quickly enough, and though it's not the most exciting of prey, Aithne follows the smell of the ash ferret all the same. It gets stronger as she gets closer, and Aithne's stalking grows slower, her form slinking lower and lower to the floor. It's not long before her amber eyes focus on the creature in question - which, fortunately for her, has its back to her. She takes a step. Freezes. Her ears are focused on her prey now, every part of her on the alert. Another step.
And then she pounces.
And misses.
She catches a scent quickly enough, and though it's not the most exciting of prey, Aithne follows the smell of the ash ferret all the same. It gets stronger as she gets closer, and Aithne's stalking grows slower, her form slinking lower and lower to the floor. It's not long before her amber eyes focus on the creature in question - which, fortunately for her, has its back to her. She takes a step. Freezes. Her ears are focused on her prey now, every part of her on the alert. Another step.
And then she pounces.
And misses.
Crimson-red paint on my lips
