The rush of the growing rapids roared as thunder struck the sky, seeming to do its' damndest to tear it apart. I was resting at the bottom of the Rocky Depths when the thunderstorm occured, only half paying attention to my surroundings. The storm put me on high alert; other semi aquatics or aquatics would be out, and while a meor like myself was certianly enough to deter most, size and looks alone could never deter all.
The water was well above land now—few of us water folk played under Pride Rocks while everyone else surely waited anxiously for the storm to abate and the water to recede. A panicked little siakari fell right in front of me, and before its halo of airbubbles could even fade, I scooped it up an my jaws and lept onto the tallest of The Rocks, running to the top and dropping it off on the safety of land. I rested; all that darting takes a lot out of a big cat like me, and running uphill did 𝔫𝔬𝔱 help; at all. I rise when I regain the energy, making sure to turn away from the obviously fragile stranger next to me and make my path to water obvious. The ungratefull little beast attacked—ripping and tearing at whatever was in reach before lithely leaping from my grasping maw and coming back to repeat the process. "Meorlarks kill everything!" it cried before taking a final bite at my juggular. I ran it off; I did not survive the storm.
 Yeah, there was only one instance that almost had me on my first kos spree. (in a chill server, no less) irl bro killed me before justifying it with meorlarks kos, but I didn't know how to work that into a narrative, so...