Post by Egotistic on Oct 8, 2017 16:45:15 GMT
The shape was little more than a flicker beneath the surface of the rubbish heap, a black pelt and naked tail darting nimbly between the shadows cast by the half-moon overhead. Gnat kept absolutely still, waiting for the rat to come closer. All around her the sickly sweet smell of rotten food permeated, a thick cloud that turned even her stomach. Another flicker, three mouse-tails away, and she shot out her paw, her unsheathed claws slicing through a hole in the wall of discarded human waste. When she felt her pad brush against a coarse black back, she curled her paw and swiped it towards herself. Out of the confines of the trash heap, the plump body of a rat came forwards, landing winded before her paws, its beady eyes gleaming defiance. She slunk forward, making to finish it off when it whipped around abruptly, emitted a rattling hiss, and darted back towards the wall of rubbish.
Gnat surged after it, her white paws swiping desperately behind only to catch empty air as it wriggled into a hole only a tail-length away from the first. Her paws ground into the hard concrete as it escaped. The rat was gone; she had missed her only chance catch something fresh.
A reproachful groan escaped her as she took in her surroundings. Her sharp nose and rumbling stomach had led her to a heap of human filth. It was almost as large as a small hill, a riddle of rat tunnels, sharp metal, and rotting food. She was here for the latter, of course, though she’d already missed out on the freshest bit, left now to treat herself with the decaying scraps even the humans didn’t want. She bristled at the thought of digging through the mound. It pervaded a sickly sweet odor, punctuated by the smell of rat shit and urine. Whatever food there was left would do nothing but twist her stomach further.
Shaking her head as if to rid it of the smell, she crouched down and leaped up upon the pile of food scraps and metal tidbits. The pile gave a metallic rustle as her paws met it. If there were any rats there, they would probably be long gone after the example she’d made earlier. The thought alone took some of the bitterness away. At least she’d laid paw on it; it would have been worse if she missed completely.
She halted suddenly. The smell of meat rose up from deep within the pile. It was rotting and yet the smell made her mouth water, goading her paws into action as she set to tossing bit after bit of trash to either side of her. What she unearthed were two puny chicken legs, frozen from the snow and, in her opinion, still in stellar condition. She dug into them without even thinking to take them someplace else, stripping the bones of the frozen meat and shattering the brittle bones between her teeth. In her hunger she did not even think to check her surroundings, her back turned and jaws working vigorously. She’d left herself completely open to the world. A fatal mistake.
Tagged: posme
OOC: A little late on the post >.< I hope this is a good intro for your character
Gnat surged after it, her white paws swiping desperately behind only to catch empty air as it wriggled into a hole only a tail-length away from the first. Her paws ground into the hard concrete as it escaped. The rat was gone; she had missed her only chance catch something fresh.
A reproachful groan escaped her as she took in her surroundings. Her sharp nose and rumbling stomach had led her to a heap of human filth. It was almost as large as a small hill, a riddle of rat tunnels, sharp metal, and rotting food. She was here for the latter, of course, though she’d already missed out on the freshest bit, left now to treat herself with the decaying scraps even the humans didn’t want. She bristled at the thought of digging through the mound. It pervaded a sickly sweet odor, punctuated by the smell of rat shit and urine. Whatever food there was left would do nothing but twist her stomach further.
Shaking her head as if to rid it of the smell, she crouched down and leaped up upon the pile of food scraps and metal tidbits. The pile gave a metallic rustle as her paws met it. If there were any rats there, they would probably be long gone after the example she’d made earlier. The thought alone took some of the bitterness away. At least she’d laid paw on it; it would have been worse if she missed completely.
She halted suddenly. The smell of meat rose up from deep within the pile. It was rotting and yet the smell made her mouth water, goading her paws into action as she set to tossing bit after bit of trash to either side of her. What she unearthed were two puny chicken legs, frozen from the snow and, in her opinion, still in stellar condition. She dug into them without even thinking to take them someplace else, stripping the bones of the frozen meat and shattering the brittle bones between her teeth. In her hunger she did not even think to check her surroundings, her back turned and jaws working vigorously. She’d left herself completely open to the world. A fatal mistake.
Tagged: posme
OOC: A little late on the post >.< I hope this is a good intro for your character
