Opulent eyes, akin to twin starbursts of cerulean flecking outwards into their indigo peripheries, were hyper focused on the tiny hunter as it buzzed a mere foot off the ground. Pointed cusps of her velveteen ears were honed in with pinpoint accuracy as she watched the large flying insect with a morbid fascination. It was not such an out of the ordinary creature. An unobtrusive black wasp, hovering side to side just above the grasses and entirely unconcerned by it's audience of one.

Izarra was stretched out in the grasses, letting the ground beneath her cool her underbelly as the late afternoon sun kissed her blonde mane and glisten off her golden cheeks. The obsidian mascara painting her eyes gave her an eerie and exotic appearance, as she remain poised with a single brow arced with intrigue and a bemused expression played at the corners of her lips, carving it into a rapacious grin. She knew a hunter when she saw one.

The Wasp darted to and fro, back and forth over and over. Like a tiny helicopter gauging the currents before it came in for a landing. But this tiny creature was not on any benign mission. Beneath it, in the silty dirt, a large brown tarantula was creeping slowly along. The Tarantula was a formidable hunter in the world of insects. Large, with powerful mandibles and a stalk-and ambush strategy, the massive spider larger than Izarra's own forepaw was capable of taking down mice, rats and even squirrels.

Little did it know it was now on the dinner menu.

And sure enough, as she observed from her nearby vantage, the lupine lorelei froze as the wasp dove, her frame becoming ridged with a tenor of malificent intent as the aerial hunter struck from above, it's target the epicenter of the spider's carapace. Like an arrow to a bullseye, the stinger pierces the spider's hide to deliver one of the most powerful and painful stings in the animal kindgom. A miniature clash of titans ensures as the tarantula reared up it's forelegs as if to buck off it's assailant, but it was all too late as it topples to it's back. The sting of it's predator has worked, and within moments it was paralyzed. What a dramatic turn of events. The massive wasp lands, wasting no time as her vibrating antennae flit over the form of her fallen prey. Taking hold of the spider in he pincers, the wasp proceeds to drag her catch back to her nest, where it would become the host to her eggs, and food for the larvae that hatch within it.

Izarra chuckled to herself, her gaze finally drifting from the huntress and out over the fields of Ruize. The sun was glazing the tops of the distant mountains, and burning the field in molten light. She licked her lips and rolled her shoulders. "Yes. A meal sounds divine right about now.." She mused aloud to herself. Ah Moladian... you are but a formidable spider. But once again, you've caught the eye of an elegant huntress.


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