[SRP] Of New Toys (Dead Reckoning)

[Wasteland Wyvern]

Trigger Warning: This RP will contain some disturbing themes. Possible content may involve maiming, murder, skinning, etc of the NPC Mare.
If any of this bothers you please do not read this RP! Thank you.

This is a private solo RP between Dead Reckoning (Wasteland Wyvern) and an NPC Cerynei Mare.
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| Wasteland Wyvern's Teepee |

 

[Wasteland Wyvern]

As the sun set and the crickets began to chirp their nightly song the Purewalker known as Dead Reckoning awoke. Her eyes blinked open and the hellish light that streamed from them lit the cavern walls around her. She opened her maw in a great yawn and the glow increased for a moment before she snapped her jaws shut ceasing the light from that particular source for now.
Lazily she looked about her cavern home debated what she would do this night when it was suddenly decided for her. Lifting herself to her paws she shifted quickly to feral form and looked out of her mouth of her home to see what it was the drew her attention. From deep within the forest she heard it again, a voice, a song issuing from the dark. Such a lovely lilting song, the notes going up and down with the tune. She felt herself begin to grin wondering just who that lovely voice belonged to and if the owner would be interested in donating the tongue that sang it in tribute for wandering unwelcome through her territory....
Oh yes... Someone was going to die tonight but of course, first and foremost fun would be had...

With a running leap the Walker cleared the entry of her home and landed on the thick tree branch outside, swiftly descending down the branches and trunk until she felt her paws hit the ground at the base. Stopping to stretch her muscles out to prevent cramping at the worst possible time she was off like a shot, her ears swiveling this way and that as the voice rang out in the forest around her. Occasionally she had to stop and change direction but soon the voice was near, the sound echoing all around her as she came upon the small pool of water where a Cerynei mare was splashing around happily and singing her little song. The doe was petite of frame, barely bigger than a half grown foal which would mean very little meat to be had once the Walker had taken her life, but thankfully Dead Reckoning was a bit of the smaller side herself and didn't need much in the way of sustenance to keep herself going. Now she just had to figure out how to start this encounter without giving herself away too quickly. Cerynei were fleet on their hooves and Dead Reckoning wasn't perfectly sure she could keep up should the doe decide that she needed to flee.
With ears laid back against her head she climbed up a nearby tree and began watching the doe from the thick foliage.

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