Moon Phase

The goddess paced towards the fence, climbing over it to find the other side filled with sheep. Her silver spheres watched the creatures, her own bod of darkening steel falling to the earth. Now that spring was approaching, her color was getting slightly darker then her almost white pelt fo winter. Now she watched her prey, searching for a weak one and awaiting her packmate.

Darkeyes

Ghostly white hunter hopped the fence with ease, landing silently on the other side. Spotting pack-mother with ease because of her darkening pelt, he came to her side, crouching near her, black-dappled nose shoved partly into the snow to hide it. He gave her a look of greeting. " I circled by the human den on the way over. They are busy fighting another pack. None will be guarding our meal." And with that he fell silent, awaiting the sheep.

Moon Phase

The goddess turned to her packmate, harks catching his tone as a huge smile fell upon her features. No interuptions. This ment more food, more time to live. her dial lowerd in a thank you before turning again to the prey. Her bodice fell to the earth as she stared out, watchign each animal. She searched for a weakness, of any sort. They would carry out two animals, and if they wished some could be taken out for sport.

*Sheep*

The sheep were grazing over the newly sprung grass. Most of the ewes had very round middles; they were pregnant. But none yet were quite ready to have their lambs. But, this made them slower and all that much fatter and a good catch.

The closest to the two hunters was a group of seven ewes, of which six were pregnant. None seemed to be sick, injured, or weak. But in any case, the sheep weren't difficult to take down at their healthiest.

Moon Phase

The nuntress watched the ewes, searching for one which caught her fancy more then the next. But none did, so she set her sights to the closest of the animals. her hinds pushed off the earth as her elegant bodice rushed towards the ewe, jaws opening, ready to kill. Then they snap she on what would seem to be the jugular vein. She would kill this animal, she would.

Darkeyes

Seeing that the huntress had chosen her target, white brute lunged forward on powerful, muscular hinds to the one nearest him. Swinging his rear legs around to block any attempt to escape, he snapped his jaws closed on what he hoped was a jugular vein.

*Sheep*

The sheep were caught off guard as they gabbed back and forth to each other and munched on the grass. One ewe was thrown to the ground by the force of the attack while the fae's fangs closed around her throat. Blood instently whelled up, soaking into her fleece as the fangs drove into her jugular vien. She cried out desperately and kicked, but being pregnant made it difficult to get up. She would be dead soon from blood loss.

Darkeyes' attack was just as successful. The sheep moved in unison, turning from their stricken comrad and attempting to flee. But a second was brought down by the hunt, blood also seeping steadly from her torn jugular. Like the other, she too would die soon. The other five ewes were fleeing. Nearby sheep took up the hint and soon over a hundered sheep were running fearfully towards the other end of the pasture.

Darkeyes

Pale hunter grinned in battle fury as he felt the crimson flood wash over his fangs. He looked to Moon Phase, making a small bow. "Your White Knight looks to you for command. Pursue, or go with what we have?"

Moon Phase

The huntress held her jaws hut for a moment longer, knowing even if it wasn't her bite, she would die from blood lose. Harks flick at her packmates words, turning to him before looking over their kills. They would be unable to leave with their meals, so they might as well feed now while the dogs were still fighting the other pack.

"Let us eat our fill then leave. It would be best to let some of these creatures to give birht, which would again serve as more food for us."

When her vocals stopped moving she lowerd her dial to her kill, jaws tearing at the flesh, alowing the crimson liquid to flow over her silvery pelt.

Darkeyes

Ethereal male bowed a little, and without further speech began to tear into the flesh of the kill, gorging himself on the meat, though not enough to prevent him from hopping the fence when they were ready to leave.

Moon Phase

Moon phase continued to feel, her jaws and fangs stained crimson from the meal that seemed to hide them. But after some time she backed up, the best parts of her kill now gone. Her salmon tounge ran over her fangs before her bodice stretched over the blood stained ground. It was time to return to the packlands. She turned to Darkeyes, the brute whom she had known for a short while yet it seemed as if they had been friends forever. "I shall head back to the packlands. Follow if you wish or blaze your own trail if you please."

Darkeyes

Hearing the femme move away, and having finished his meal as well, he turned to follow, leaping the fence with a little more difficulty due to his meal, but making it all the same. Turning maw about, he trotted off toward the packlands.