11-23-2024, 08:25 AM
Her washing is nearly complete when someone interrupts it, and Mafdet freezes. Her pink tongue retracts, no longer combing through her thick white hair, and her triangular peach ears tilt down to where he walks below.
From her perch in the trees, she watches, broad paws gripping the branch below her. As time passes, and he does not seem to notice her, she quietly repositions herself to better observe. Only her tail moves - a quick peach twitch now and again. The motion is bright against her plush snowy coat, and she knows she would not be long hidden were the horse below to glance up.
He stop by the elk carcass.
Mafdet is familiar with it, and especially with the delicious little scavengers that - both rodent and insect - that it draws. This is one of her best hunting places, but by its very nature it had always been destined to be an impermanent one.
So she is less disturbed that this horse has destroyed her hunting grounds than she is that he has done it in such an unnerving way. There are strange magics in this place, Mafdet knows, and she has done well at avoiding them. She does so mostly by staying in her feline shape, having shifted into the odd equine shape only a few times. But though she avoids them, she remains as inquisitive as all of her kind, and does not attempt to distance herself from this stranger who’s reanimated a dead animal..
Instead she watches, intrigued, as the elk stumbles away.
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From her perch in the trees, she watches, broad paws gripping the branch below her. As time passes, and he does not seem to notice her, she quietly repositions herself to better observe. Only her tail moves - a quick peach twitch now and again. The motion is bright against her plush snowy coat, and she knows she would not be long hidden were the horse below to glance up.
He stop by the elk carcass.
Mafdet is familiar with it, and especially with the delicious little scavengers that - both rodent and insect - that it draws. This is one of her best hunting places, but by its very nature it had always been destined to be an impermanent one.
So she is less disturbed that this horse has destroyed her hunting grounds than she is that he has done it in such an unnerving way. There are strange magics in this place, Mafdet knows, and she has done well at avoiding them. She does so mostly by staying in her feline shape, having shifted into the odd equine shape only a few times. But though she avoids them, she remains as inquisitive as all of her kind, and does not attempt to distance herself from this stranger who’s reanimated a dead animal..
Instead she watches, intrigued, as the elk stumbles away.
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