Gone Hunting

[Arachnia of the Hour]

Ascending Wood, 27

*Sitting still in the tree, the moon shone down, it was still early morning, perhaps one or two hours after she had left Ress, but her great owl eyes watched the mouse in the grass. She had been transfixed like this, moving silently to follow it when it moved out of her sight range and at last, after two hours she felt that she had absorbed the essence of what a mouse was. Taking off out of the tree, the owl dove at the mouse and snatched it up in her talons before slashing its throat with a sharpened and honed claw. Balancing on one leg on the ground, the other holding up the body while she drunk of its spilt blood, Arachnia reveled in the holiness of this act and the feeling of its life's blood absorbing into her. Not liking to waste, and it being a good meal, the owl downed the mouse. Now, for her next prey, she will wait until morning. Settling into the tree closest, she closed her great eyes and fluffed her feathers up for the night*



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[Arachnia of the Hour]

Ascending Wood, 27

*As the sun rose in the sky, the owl awoke and stretched her wings. It was mostly a nap, but that was all she'd need for now. First, she needed to find her quarry, and so she took off out of the tree, beating her wings towards the nearest city. She had seen a few of her prey there, and as soon as she arrived found them on a few rooftops. She landed and began her study. It took longer than the mouse, but ravens were much more complex it would seem. She found that they made more noises than she had originally thought of the birds, and watched bemusedly over their aerial acrobatics before taking one down and snapping its neck with her beak. Tearing through it, she let its life force dribble down her throat while she flew off with it, dropping it in a field for the other scavengers. If a coyote didn't get it, the ants would. Flying up higher, the owl started to shift, its body turning silver and remolding into the shape of the raven who banked and soared off so as to avoid the end of the fall the owl had started by changing its shape*


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