The forest was alive, the air sounding with the chirping of birds and the rustling of rodents in the evening. But he didn't want them; they were all too small for his meal. The green hood covered the pale red of his hair as he stalked close to the ground. He had heard the distant sound of rabbits moving beneath the ground earlier, and now that he was hungry he was following the noise, hoping that a few would be above ground. If they weren't he could always chew on some fruit â€" but he preferred meat, as did any of his kind. Well, any of the sane members of his kind. There had been that strange female who had told him seriously to eat his greens... No wonder she died. Absolutely batty. Probably malnourished. They were predators, for Calsira's sake.
He shifted forward a step, freezing as a rabbit head popped into view. Those curious eyes passed right over him before it lowered again, out of sight. They were out and about then, eating and nibbling at the grass. He licked his lips and carefully slipped forward a few more paces until through the brush and plants he could see the rabbit burrows, entrances to their warren. Sirin grinned fiercely, and slipped out his knives. He enjoyed using his claws as much as the next Feline, but rabbits were fast and wily. Besides, the knives weren't good for much else, and these were too small to waste his axe on. He just wanted a couple of them. A couple of fat rabbits wouldn't harm a healthy warren like this. He drew in a breath, aware he needed to practice more with his knives â€" and perhaps replace one of them, it was a little off balance. But, during a hunt wasn't the time to distract himself with those thoughts.
The knives flew out, and he leapt after them, aware before it even hit that one of the knives would partly miss. One of the rabbits lay dead, and the rest scattered toward their holes. But he was having none of that. With an annoyed snarl he was in front of one hole, his claws suddenly extended in a flash. His hands swept down and grabbed one of the squealing nuisances that was silenced when his claws bit into his throat. Feeling petulant that he had messed up he glared at the forest. "Thanks for guiding my hand," He muttered sarcastically. Sometimes he swore he heard laughter in return â€" but that, he knew, was his imagination.
He had still gotten the prey after all and he reminded himself to have a chat with the gods later about his good luck â€" they really did deserve some thanks for that. For the moment, he swept up the two rabbits and the knives and sauntered away. Once clear of the area, he cleaned his knives and found a pleasant looking tree to sit in. A short jump later and he was opening the rabbits up with his claws and having his fill. He kept part of the last rabbit for later, tying it up in a branch above him as he looked out at the forest. He was thinking it was time to move on soon. It was a nice forest, but he was getting dreadfully bored.
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