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Post by RekKa on Jun 17, 2007 22:36:16 GMT -5
((Sorry about the wait.))
You've been following the sun for two days, just like Hungry Skies told you. Food's been scarce as the winter nights become longer and darker.
But... just in the distance you see something. It doesn't move like prey moves. It moves like you do. And it sees you.
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Post by obsidian on Jun 24, 2007 2:37:44 GMT -5
For a moment, he freezes. Then he prowls forward in a curving path, cautiously, remembering Hungry Skies' lessons. He watches the figure, and tries to blend into the surroundings to lose the observer's attention.
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Post by RekKa on Jun 24, 2007 18:31:49 GMT -5
You blend in well enough, and it loses interest. He continues to munch on some sort of carcass... elk or something. It smells mighty tasty.
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Post by obsidian on Jun 24, 2007 23:39:02 GMT -5
He licks his chops at the scent, stalking back around to creep up on the predator and its meal. He'll evaluate whether it's better to try fighting the other carnivore off, or wait and try to steal some scraps after it's eaten what it can.
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Post by RekKa on Jun 25, 2007 22:31:09 GMT -5
He leaves the meal, and you soon lose sight of him.
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Post by obsidian on Jun 25, 2007 23:18:54 GMT -5
He decends on the remains hungrily. He keeps his eyes in the direction of the other predator, sniffing around the carcass with some difficulty to pick up the scent over his own. Once he fills his stomache as much as he can, he begins to follow his 'benefactor.'
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Post by RekKa on Jun 25, 2007 23:23:21 GMT -5
He continues on, slowly. He plops down in a glen for a nap, his belly nice and full.
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Post by obsidian on Jun 25, 2007 23:33:11 GMT -5
He sneaks up around behind him. If he can gain any high ground, he will.
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Post by RekKa on Jun 25, 2007 23:35:19 GMT -5
He flicks an ear, but that's about it. You're on level ground at the moment.
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Post by obsidian on Jun 25, 2007 23:55:58 GMT -5
He continues to creep stealthily forward until he's within pouncing distance.
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Post by RekKa on Jun 26, 2007 0:00:14 GMT -5
The lazy tiger is out for the count, practically snoring.
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Post by obsidian on Jun 26, 2007 0:04:53 GMT -5
He mentally rolls his eyes. Should he even bother? With an internal shrug, he decides that nothing comes to those who wait. Gathering himself like a coiled spring, he pounces the snoring beast, aiming to land immediately behind the tiger's haunches.
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Post by RekKa on Jun 26, 2007 0:15:45 GMT -5
(("What the!?")) the tiger roars as you pounce him. (("I thought I was being followed. Go away!")) he growls at you, fangs bared, as a warning.
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Post by obsidian on Jun 26, 2007 0:27:12 GMT -5
He backs up and leans back on his haunches, ready to run or fight if he needs to. Part of him questions that the other has spoken in words he can understand, but the thought is lost. (("Did I surprise you?"))
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Post by RekKa on Jun 26, 2007 0:29:12 GMT -5
(("I was taking a nap. Shoo!")) He paws at you, growling all the while.
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