Yin & Yang

Yin slowly entered the barn area, her snowy form not hidden in any way. Yet again she was uncaring of this fact. She slunk slowly towards the barn, silver spheres looking about for the horses. She could smell them, and horse meet was sounding good to the femme about now.

Yang followed his sibling, taking more time to scent for dogs before proceeding forward. His raven form also stuck out, though he was often more hidden then his sister. Now as he took time to scent for horses, his plume flicked in an annoyed way, feeling anxious and knowing dogs would be survaying these lands more.

*horse*

The horse stood in the barn, its stall open to allow more ventilation to the animal. In the doors normal place was a simple metal chain, just to keep the horse it. It was chest high to the horse, high enough to allow the wolves in no problem. The animal gnawed at the wood on his feed barrel bored from not being let outside for the day.

Yin & Yang

The snowy huntress slunk slowly towards the horse, thanking the havens silently for the door's absence. This would be an easy kill. With a swift motion the huntress lept for the horses lifeline, not caring about any noise the animal may make. She only wished the death of the horse, and a meal for herself and brother.

The brute watched his sisters attack, not having much time to think before he too threw himself at the animal. But instead he leapt for the upper neck, simply aiming to cause pain, for his sisters attack should be the death of the animal.

*horse*

The horse let a loud whinny echo out before he started to thrash about. he felt the first pair of fangs near his windpipe, and another on the top of his neck. He knew he was at a disadvantage here but he wouldn't just give up. Quickly he rammed the sides of the stall, trying to get the wolves off.

Yin & Yang

The huntress held on, jaws tightenng as she held on, her side hit against the stale, and the fae flinched. Though this wasn't enough to make her release, she wanted this kill!

Yang held fast as well shaking his dial furiously to rip at the flesh and cause more bleeding and pain to the fighting animal.

*horse*

After a time of thrashing the horse falls limp, the fangs of the snowy fae piercing his wind pipe.