Tumor (Odaeus RP starter)
Another failed hunt. "I'm getting weaker..." she mumbled angrily.
In the open desert, there weren't many places that provided cover for ambushing prey. This though, never troubled her as she was lightning-fast on her feet and brought them down easily with a quick jab in the neck, until now.
Panting, she lifted her head and swerved it at the direction of the wild horses running off to the horizon. They galloped and looked back towards her as if they were mocking the once proud huntress of the desert. She rested her arms at her knees, licking her dry lips as she cursed for yet another lost lunch. This simply could not go forever, as for 3 consecutive hunts in a row, not one succeeded (Well, out of 4 hunts, one she did succeed, but it was an old animal and she wouldn't call it a successful hunt). If Yag was around, things would've been easier. He could simply hunt for her, or guide her through the rainforest, catching easier prey. If he was here. Before the coldest days of the past year started, her mate had already disappeared, leaving neither a trace nor a message behind.
Who else could help her then? Aside from Yag, She knows of no one that could hunt. Well... Maybe they could.... Can they?
Her stomach growled and she clutched her soft tummy. She rubbed the soft area that had grown in her abdomen, poking it gently and getting lost on thinking that whatever this tumor was, it was getting bigger and would make things harder for her.
Hearing the shifting of the sands behind her, which had a unique sound that she knew that a figure was bearing weight down on it while walking, she turned her head and saw a white cloak shuffling among the sands. Why, it was none other than the one who gifted her favorite necklace. (Then again it was her only necklace)
She gave off a small chirp and a wave of her arms, which he returned in greeting. She meekly ran towards the white cloak, walking in hurried yet dignified steps. Asking for help was out of her character, but in desperate times calls for a desperate Viczar, and if things get worse, she would definitely need help. Shyly, she approached Odaeus and tugged at his cloak.
"Odaeus... Could you please... Help me hunt?" she mewled in an almost inaudible voice. While she continued gently tugging on his cloak, she looked at the direction of where the herd animals were, making small gestures with her head.