HOLY WATERS | open, hunting

ASPIRING FIRES !

nui harime — female — snowbound — eaglehearted — hard physicality

hunting, in a way. was soothing to her. the crunch of bone. the blood. the smell of crimson. truth be told, the felidae was always lusting to sink her teeth into something. to kill it. hunting was just a way to treat herself to her desires.

nui leaned down, quick to take the flesh between her fur and crunch down to ensure her kill was dead. and it already seemed like she had an audience. so preoccupied with what she was doing that she hadn't even bothered to pay attention to her surroundings.

as quickly as she had gripped the mole, she dropped it, once more a nimble paw over the corpse in a subconscious gesture. the praise was enticing and it made nui glow, pleased with her success.

"why thank you," came her satisfied purr, lips tilted upwards in a rendition of a bloody smile. ivory stained by the ichor of her prey, and directed at all three.

soon enough, with the introduction of an unfamiliar member, her attention zeroed in on the serval. one she hadn't seen before. an exotic creature with an exotic pelt.  lovely.
"toshinori, huh? well im nui harime. pleased to meet you.

#psychosocial.