Post by Yuki Adams on Jun 20, 2012 23:21:28 GMT -8
The bombardment with dead owls finally stopped. Mayumi still hadn’t moved much. Now she reached out and grabbed one of the dead birds by the wing and lifted it up. It showed several rather nasty looking injuries. Another owl had torn it almost to pieces. Dumb birds. As dumb as unfitting it was that gave her an idea. What if the owls would have been chickens. Grilled, well done chickens, swooping down from the ceiling onto the plates.
Chickens...
She dropped the owl and it landed on the floor with a wet thud. Soon what blood the bird had still left inside started to pool around its cadaver. Mayumi ignored it since it was sadly not a chicken but rather a stupid owl. Why was she so focused on chicken? Most likely because she was still hungry and the damn birds had interrupted her breakfast. The waffles. Oh those damn oversized sparrows hadn’t ruined the waffles, had they?
Of course her behavior was absolutely odd at this point, totally not normal, at least for all those humans around her. For her it wasn’t really. She knew how puberty for a gotoku neko could be, she had, after all, observed it on several family members. The blood, the death, the carnage, the prey, it was working on her. Sure, it wasn’t hard to keep any urges for hunting under control, but the appetite certainly wasn’t just disappearing into nowhere.
After helping one of her fellow Hufflepuffs on the feet Mayumi quickly snatched one of her waffles from her plate. There were some feathers on it, but that was about it. She didn’t bother to brush them off but rather took a deep breath and blew them away.
“I don’t know much about owls,” she began and took a bite from the waffle, “but I’ve never heard of them do something like this.” The last spoken with a mouth full of waffle. Was she in progress of drawing connections to the grisly murder? Probably.
Chickens...
She dropped the owl and it landed on the floor with a wet thud. Soon what blood the bird had still left inside started to pool around its cadaver. Mayumi ignored it since it was sadly not a chicken but rather a stupid owl. Why was she so focused on chicken? Most likely because she was still hungry and the damn birds had interrupted her breakfast. The waffles. Oh those damn oversized sparrows hadn’t ruined the waffles, had they?
Of course her behavior was absolutely odd at this point, totally not normal, at least for all those humans around her. For her it wasn’t really. She knew how puberty for a gotoku neko could be, she had, after all, observed it on several family members. The blood, the death, the carnage, the prey, it was working on her. Sure, it wasn’t hard to keep any urges for hunting under control, but the appetite certainly wasn’t just disappearing into nowhere.
After helping one of her fellow Hufflepuffs on the feet Mayumi quickly snatched one of her waffles from her plate. There were some feathers on it, but that was about it. She didn’t bother to brush them off but rather took a deep breath and blew them away.
“I don’t know much about owls,” she began and took a bite from the waffle, “but I’ve never heard of them do something like this.” The last spoken with a mouth full of waffle. Was she in progress of drawing connections to the grisly murder? Probably.