Hey, I may be kinda old and half-ghost, but I'm still hungry!;) -- Stalking Grounds

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Date Posted: 18:21:05 01/19/03 Sun
Author: Symba
Subject: Hey, I may be kinda old and half-ghost, but I'm still hungry!;)

A small creature creeps into the Stalking Grounds, her white paws barely rustling the leaves as she steps. Her golden eyes search the area for avaliable prey. Locking on a herd of Preda Ben, she singles out out the weakest and slowly creeps forward on her belly, eyes gleaming with anticipation. Finally judging that she was close enough to attack, Symba leaps, claws out and teeth bared. Enjoying the feeling of fangs sinking into flesh, she bites down hard, scurrying up onto the creature's back and forcing all her weight down onto it. Momentarily releasing her bite, she searches for a better hold, nearly getting thrown off in the process and reminding herself to never do this again without another. With a cry, she is flung forward snapping wildly at the air until her jaws finally find another hold: directly at the base of the creature's neck. Telling herself this is the bite that would do it, she bites down then leaps back, watching as the creature falls to the ground and dies. A satisfied grin is on Symba's face as she proceeds to tear the creature to shreds in her hunger, every so often raising her head to make sure that no other threatened her meal.

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