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The mountains of Vitalus formed eerie claws that seemed to scrape the sky as the sun finally dipped below the horizon. The nightlife began to emerge, insects of all different shapes and colors calling out into the warm air, tny feathered wings zipping across the glassy ponds. The fair weather seemed to call out to all creatures, which made it a perfect day for hunting.
Krad stretched her wings, admiring their golden curves. Her prowess was unmatched when it came to night hunting, she was as silent as a falcon, as deadly as a lioness. It was not often her quarry escaped her claws. Tasting the wind, she caught a strong, musky scent the peaked her interest. A boar was nearby, a favorite of the massive tyrian.
Soundless as the night air, Krad dove off of her mountain perch, dipping her wings ever so slightly to keep herself aloft. Her keen blue eyes scanned the treetops, although she knew she would have to wait for her prey to come out in the open. Her size made it impossible to hunt in the forest, she had enough bruises from trying to dodge between trees to tell her that. She spotted an enormous outcropping of rock that jutted into the sky, and she circled it a few times before alighting on the top. She sunk into a crouch, keeping her head up just high enough to keep watch on the grove of trees, but low enough to keep hidden.
Her wings began to ache as the moon passed overhead and still she didn’t move. Hunger began to gnaw at her stomach. If the boar didn’t emerge soon she would have to find another meal. She was staring so intently at the dark trees, willing her food to come out, that the great huntress didn’t realize she had become the hunted. A shadow swarmed up the side of the rock, icy blue eyes glinting.
“Hello!”
Krad whipped around, catching the intruder by the throat and slamming him to the rocky ground. She bared her teeth, her fear giving way to anger that she’d been unaware of the threat behind. Staring down at the “attacker” she realized it was a tyrian, just like her, similar in coloring, although while Krad was a solid golden hue, he was covered in black, jagged stripes that stretched from his wings to his tail.
He stared back up at her, wide-eyed with indignation.
“I was just saying hello!” He gasped, trying in vain to shake her off.
“You shouldn’t sneak up on someone like that,” she snapped, removing her claws from his neck and stepping back, “I was hunting!”
The other tyrian glared at her mutinously, “You didn’t look like you were hunting, just sitting there. I’m Felder, by the way, but I don’t suppose a witch like you cares.” He sniffed haughtily, “Really, you could have killed me.”
Krad snorted at that. “If I wanted to kill you-”
“Yeah, yeah, I’d be dead already. I get it.” He interrupted, rolling his eyes, “So, what are you hunting?”
“Well,” she turned back to face the field, trying to temper her annoyance, “I was hunting a boar, although I’m sure it’s run back to it’s den by now.” She took another deep breath, relieved to smell the boar was still close by. “Lucky tyrian,” she muttered, she would have been much angrier if he had scared off her meal.
Felder crept up beside her, staring down into the field. “Where is it?”
Krad nodded to the forest, “I’m waiting for it to come out.”
The striped tyrian tilted his head, staring thoughtfully at the trees. “Have you tried scaring it out?”
Krad shook herself annoyedly, “I can’t fly in the forest, I’m too big.”
Felder suddenly spread his wings and jumped off the massive rock, calling over his shoulder, “Just be ready!”
Krad curled her lip but settled back down to watch the trees. Felder swooped towards the treetops, flying low, legs extended as if he was going to snatch up a fish from a lake. What on earth was he doing?
The male tyrian landed clumsily on the bough of a tall oak and Krad cringed, waiting for him to tumble to the ground. Felder regained his balance and began to flap his wings vigorously, shaking the trees around him. Krad stared in disbelief at the sight of him, watching as he leapt to another patch of trees and continued his act.
Suddenly, she saw movement the tall bushes that lined the forest’s edge. The boar exploded out into the field, eyes wide with terror. Shocked that Felder’s plan had actually worked, she dove into the air, bee-lining for her prey. Two wing beats later she had her claws around the thick body of the boar and lifted off to swoop back to her rocky perch.
Felder was waiting for her, a smug expression plastered across his face.
As she landed, shook himself proudly. “See?” He exclaimed, “I know what I’m doing. Anyway, are you planning on sharing that?”

Description
The mountains of Vitalus formed eerie claws that seemed to scrape the sky as the sun finally dipped below the horizon. The nightlife began to emerge, insects of all different shapes and colors calling out into the warm air, tny feathered wings zipping across the glassy ponds. The fair weather seemed to call out to all creatures, which made it a perfect day for hunting.
Krad stretched her wings, admiring their golden curves. Her prowess was unmatched when it came to night hunting, she was as silent as a falcon, as deadly as a lioness. It was not often her quarry escaped her claws. Tasting the wind, she caught a strong, musky scent the peaked her interest. A boar was nearby, a favorite of the massive tyrian.
Soundless as the night air, Krad dove off of her mountain perch, dipping her wings ever so slightly to keep herself aloft. Her keen blue eyes scanned the treetops, although she knew she would have to wait for her prey to come out in the open. Her size made it impossible to hunt in the forest, she had enough bruises from trying to dodge between trees to tell her that. She spotted an enormous outcropping of rock that jutted into the sky, and she circled it a few times before alighting on the top. She sunk into a crouch, keeping her head up just high enough to keep watch on the grove of trees, but low enough to keep hidden.
Her wings began to ache as the moon passed overhead and still she didn’t move. Hunger began to gnaw at her stomach. If the boar didn’t emerge soon she would have to find another meal. She was staring so intently at the dark trees, willing her food to come out, that the great huntress didn’t realize she had become the hunted. A shadow swarmed up the side of the rock, icy blue eyes glinting.
“Hello!”
Krad whipped around, catching the intruder by the throat and slamming him to the rocky ground. She bared her teeth, her fear giving way to anger that she’d been unaware of the threat behind. Staring down at the “attacker” she realized it was a tyrian, just like her, similar in coloring, although while Krad was a solid golden hue, he was covered in black, jagged stripes that stretched from his wings to his tail.
He stared back up at her, wide-eyed with indignation.
“I was just saying hello!” He gasped, trying in vain to shake her off.
“You shouldn’t sneak up on someone like that,” she snapped, removing her claws from his neck and stepping back, “I was hunting!”
The other tyrian glared at her mutinously, “You didn’t look like you were hunting, just sitting there. I’m Felder, by the way, but I don’t suppose a witch like you cares.” He sniffed haughtily, “Really, you could have killed me.”
Krad snorted at that. “If I wanted to kill you-”
“Yeah, yeah, I’d be dead already. I get it.” He interrupted, rolling his eyes, “So, what are you hunting?”
“Well,” she turned back to face the field, trying to temper her annoyance, “I was hunting a boar, although I’m sure it’s run back to it’s den by now.” She took another deep breath, relieved to smell the boar was still close by. “Lucky tyrian,” she muttered, she would have been much angrier if he had scared off her meal.
Felder crept up beside her, staring down into the field. “Where is it?”
Krad nodded to the forest, “I’m waiting for it to come out.”
The striped tyrian tilted his head, staring thoughtfully at the trees. “Have you tried scaring it out?”
Krad shook herself annoyedly, “I can’t fly in the forest, I’m too big.”
Felder suddenly spread his wings and jumped off the massive rock, calling over his shoulder, “Just be ready!”
Krad curled her lip but settled back down to watch the trees. Felder swooped towards the treetops, flying low, legs extended as if he was going to snatch up a fish from a lake. What on earth was he doing?
The male tyrian landed clumsily on the bough of a tall oak and Krad cringed, waiting for him to tumble to the ground. Felder regained his balance and began to flap his wings vigorously, shaking the trees around him. Krad stared in disbelief at the sight of him, watching as he leapt to another patch of trees and continued his act.
Suddenly, she saw movement the tall bushes that lined the forest’s edge. The boar exploded out into the field, eyes wide with terror. Shocked that Felder’s plan had actually worked, she dove into the air, bee-lining for her prey. Two wing beats later she had her claws around the thick body of the boar and lifted off to swoop back to her rocky perch.
Felder was waiting for her, a smug expression plastered across his face.
As she landed, shook himself proudly. “See?” He exclaimed, “I know what I’m doing. Anyway, are you planning on sharing that?”