@hakuroutengu
Paying for food wasn’t always an option for Miike. On the days when her pockets were hollow and coins chimed in farewells, she relied on second option: hunting. It was an exhiliarating experience; stalking her prey, their image dancing in her pale gold eyes... going on the chase, the wind whipping her hair back as the grass tickled her skin ... and finally, tackling and digging her claws into fresh, warm meat, the gift of life expiring in her hands.
And then plucking its feathers or furs and cooking it in a pot. She was an animal but she wasn’t an animal. Living with humans for most of her life gave her appreciation for the simple act of cooking.
That was what supposed to happen, at least. The stalking and the chasing steps of the plan had been achieved thrice already. But every time she got close enough to grab her tasty bird, an arrow struck it before she could.
IT. WAS. FRUSTRATING. And she could feel her appetite begin to spoil...
“Tch... enough of your mischief. Whoever it is out there, show yourself! Or I’ll take your games for myself!”
