Albino Igau
Deadwood
Idrian
Gamma
Posts: 59
(2/14/06 1:20 pm)
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Stalkhunt...
Idrian kept his body low to the ground, tail level, head down...the rabbit wasn't suspecting a thing. Good eye trained on the little beast and his tounge ran over the dark lips of his graying muzzle. He was tense, waiting, keeping all attention focused on his next meal.
And he pushed through, wet nose first, naturally, the low brush near the young rabbit-and in one fell swoop, he leaped clear, hoping the pounce was enough to land his meal.
Blood spattered his masked face and the rabbit let out a torrential squeal. Its feet flailed desperately against its captor, but he brought his fangs together and severed the back. The scream died and the body stilled.
Now he could eat. He lay down at the entrance of the den with his prize and stretched it across his forepaws, eyeing it and turning it some with his muzzle. After satisfying himself that it was properly dead, he pinned the body and merrily began to tear away fur to get at the flesh beneath, still warm from the life that had just fled it.
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