Post by Blau on Jul 6, 2011 16:16:10 GMT -5
Timing was everything.
A burly figure could be seen stalking his way about the square; his faint shadow not yet casting its long view on the ground, as the sun had barely set itself in the sky. Tiny droplets of morning dew rolled down architecture, glistening as they caught the rays of the morning light. But something was upsetting the mood; a low scowl could be heard echoing throughout the barren urban sprawl, the figure making his way around empty buildings and into the more open main area. He had his eyes on something -- the familiar grey and white flash of feathers, a low cooing and soft tapping as beaks pecked on the ground for bits of scraps.
The chances were low. He knew this. But timing was everything. The area was open, slowly becoming brighter with each passing minute. If he waited any longer, they'd catch scent- or, as his luck would probably have it, sight of him. The familiar grumbling of an empty stomach could be heard, as he made his way ever closer to them, slowly but surely. He licked his chops... He could almost taste it. He'd never been too good with birds, but if the timing was right, he could have a chance. Two steps forward. A few more back. The closer he got, the more tense he became. His eyes narrowed, cropped ears folded back as much as they could be, as he padded softly toward the group.
A flash of black and grey, feathers scattering, and a deep bark all at once. It had all happened so fast; he'd nearly caught one, snapping at its tail feathers instead. He shook his jowels, spitting out snatched feathers and barking at the quickly cleared air. Curses echoed through the area, as he paced back and forth, staring at the now empty spot of crumbs which had once preoccupied his would-be breakfast. He sulked, trotting over to the now abandoned cathedral and lying in its shadow.
If he couldn't catch a meal, perhaps a meal would come to him.
A burly figure could be seen stalking his way about the square; his faint shadow not yet casting its long view on the ground, as the sun had barely set itself in the sky. Tiny droplets of morning dew rolled down architecture, glistening as they caught the rays of the morning light. But something was upsetting the mood; a low scowl could be heard echoing throughout the barren urban sprawl, the figure making his way around empty buildings and into the more open main area. He had his eyes on something -- the familiar grey and white flash of feathers, a low cooing and soft tapping as beaks pecked on the ground for bits of scraps.
The chances were low. He knew this. But timing was everything. The area was open, slowly becoming brighter with each passing minute. If he waited any longer, they'd catch scent- or, as his luck would probably have it, sight of him. The familiar grumbling of an empty stomach could be heard, as he made his way ever closer to them, slowly but surely. He licked his chops... He could almost taste it. He'd never been too good with birds, but if the timing was right, he could have a chance. Two steps forward. A few more back. The closer he got, the more tense he became. His eyes narrowed, cropped ears folded back as much as they could be, as he padded softly toward the group.
A flash of black and grey, feathers scattering, and a deep bark all at once. It had all happened so fast; he'd nearly caught one, snapping at its tail feathers instead. He shook his jowels, spitting out snatched feathers and barking at the quickly cleared air. Curses echoed through the area, as he paced back and forth, staring at the now empty spot of crumbs which had once preoccupied his would-be breakfast. He sulked, trotting over to the now abandoned cathedral and lying in its shadow.
If he couldn't catch a meal, perhaps a meal would come to him.