Beldam is only a faint shadow of what she will one day become - when the ridges along her spine become sharp and defined, her teeth grow to become more pointed, and her leathery wings grow strong enough to carry her across the skies. For now she is just a filly, wandering away from her mother, lured by the movement of small green and gold… creatures. The way they flutter around inspires some deep-rooted instincts inside of her to hunt. Her prehensile tail, already tipped with a lethal edge, twitches behind her in excitement as a smile brightens those dark eyes framed in swirling blue-green galaxies.
Her dark hooves trample over lush clovers as she stalks. One day she’ll learn she can survive on both plants and flesh - but though she is learning to hunt, it is all still a game. Only poor luck on the behalf of her prey would turn her clumsy attempts into success at this age.
This does not deter her from trying, however. There is fun in the chase, in the thrill of that moment that hovers between success and failure.
Though she tries her best - the small shapes of the winged creatures elude her before finally disappearing into flower patches with petals that span wide across the rainbow.
A snort of frustration escapes the filly, followed by a keening, clicking call - as though beckoning her prey closer could do the trick. This time when her tail flicks behind her, it's with frustration and the movements are harsh and quick. The sharp edge of the knife it bears slices some of the shamrock leaves off the low-growing plants, scattering them to the wind. |
For the St. Patty's quest but if someone wants to reply they could!
