Faith Gohr (bcuzfucksnakes) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-12-21 21:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-30, chase, faith |
i've been a good little worker bee; i deserve a gold star
Who: Chase and Faith
Where: Small park near UofM campus
When: Lunchtime
The original goal had been to take the small lunch she had packed - her lunch was always small unless Frankie was hovering right there, insistent that she eat more (possibly so that she could steal part of it without feeling guilty) - and eat it in the park. The reason for that was that she was starting to feel the slightest bit cooped up. It was true that Faith was not quite as bad as Frankie when it came to getting antsy, but... she still needed to do something every now and then or else she would rapidly catch up to the other were and end up going stir-crazy. Knowing the way that the world seemed to work lately, it would be just her luck that she would have a breakdown right in front of her class and end up fired. Is that really so bad? As Faith sat there, chewing on the sandwich that she should have made peanut butter and jelly after all, the turkey was just a little too dry, she tried to weigh the pro's and con's of having it on her record that she had gotten fired for temporarily losing her mind from sheer boredom. Or not even that, Frankie tended to keep her occupied, but because it was just... the same thing every day. In and out, in and out. Wake up, find Frankie doing something in the house, make breakfast, make up her lunch for the day (and make sure there was something made for Frankie to either eat on the go or toss in the microwave), go to work... go home... It was the "go to work" part that was seriously throwing a wrench in. She loved herpetology and the idea of getting to teach it for a year had been thrilling.
The reality? Was rather different.
So as she chewed and swallowed yet another bite of terribly dry turkey, Faith sighed. On the inhale she forgot all about her wonderings of whether or not it would be considered inappropriate to take one of her lectures or labs out hunting for snakes. Her eyes widened and then narrowed, nostrils flaring as she looked around for the source. A rustling in leaves was enough and the sandwich fell to the ground right along with her clothes. A moment later a small, yellow-gold furred head came popping out the leg of her jean. Faith muttered - which came out as a spitting sort of hiss - when her claws caught on the lining of her jeans and shook her tiny foot until it freed itself. Another deep breath and this time the world painted itself even more sharply than it had moments before. In her human form she had those heightened senses, but they could not quite manage to compare to the ones she was blessed with when she was actually a mongoose. She had been right, it was a snake. Okay, an over-sized garter that would hurt absolutely no one past whatever was for dinner, but the hate she carried for snakes as a human was nothing compared to the rage she felt now. Had it been a cobra then she likely would have dove right in, but as it was she could skip and hop, maneuvering and following the thing as it scurried, trying to find a good spot to sunbathe. It had to have caught a whiff of Faith, but since her species was from nowhere around here it did not seem alarmed. Which was why she was able to set herself; haunches taut while her tail kept giving excited little twitches, before she went barreling in, jaw closing over the back of the thing's head.
It was over in less than a minute with a hard, satisfying crunch. Pleased with herself, Faith danced a little caper right on the spot, dead snake flopping around on the ground since it's crushed neck was still in her mouth. And then, because she really was still hungry and it was not like she had not eaten worse while traveling the world, Faith-the-mongoose settled down and started to much on the snake. She had actually gotten over a quarter of the way through her impromptu meal when the breeze stirred and she realized that someone else was right there. And, judging by the look on his face when her red eyes locked in on him, he had been watching for awhile. "What the fuck are you staring at?" Well, that was what she meant to say. What actually came out was a series of growls and hisses, one leg stretched out almost protectively over the snake she had killed. She was giving thought to taking the other half home to Frankie just to show her what she had done today.