The Lord & The Mistress [Private/Lynae]

Click.... Click... Click..... Tit.... Drip...

Rahnma walked about the outskirts of the NightWing Empire, the leg of some unknown mammal dangling from his sharp teeth, droplets of crimson red blood dripping from it's wound. Frankly, he had just found this in a pile of what was left behind by some careless trackers. It was far from hunting grounds and he sat there for a while to see if anyone had left it behind, and being proven wrong, he proceeded to take whatever he desired. Lately, not much could be done on his end of his job. He was no more but a simple Guardian patrolling when designated. Of course, he could most certainly say that he is patrolling right now but it's not much to see when you're roaming about the exterior.

Rahnma to take a break when the blood of the limb started to pour into his mouth. It was rather distracting, so he sat on a flat surface, a rock, to nibble about it's sweet, tasty tendons. It wasn't much but a scrap of a probably more appetizing meal. But, he wasn't seeking such a dish in the first place. He started to grind his sharp talons upon the smooth surface, intending to trim them but to little dismay and avail, they barely with smoothed to an inch. He huffed with disappointment but paid little attention such as he quickly consumed the scrap. "My, oh my, it's kind of bland. Trackers need to clean up after themselves." He sighed to himself as he licked the bones.