Sepavriwhulth, or Sepa as he calls himself, stalks through the dark forest, his forked tongue darting out to taste the air. He hisses softly to himself, and waits for his prey to move just a little closer. He begins [i]thrumming[/i], a deep, hypnotic sound that echoes through the wind. The deer he's following stops, and looks toward the noise. He licks his lips, and the thrumming gets louder as he creeps closer to the deer. He licks his lips in anticipation, then lunges from the bush, tackling the startled deer to the ground, fasting his fangs around it's throat to stop it from getting away. It dies quickly and quietly, scrabbling at the packed earth for a moment. He then takes a deep breath, and spits fire out over the body to roast the meat, folding his wings to his back to enjoy his meal.