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Date Posted: 12:47:01 12/02/01 Sun
Author: A'yka
Subject: the stalker...

Dull red shade reflects naught in the darkness, pitch black eyes 'eating up' all light around. There was this faint scent of something unknown.. he looks momentarily at the fallen beast (Preda Dens) before creeping closer to the origins of the scent. He hoped it was better tasting than the other he had caught.

After roaming the underbrush a loud rustle of leaves catches his attention and instantly he springs forth, gaining the thrill of the hunt. After a shortchase in the bush he encounters the animal, noticing it's high stance and enormous horns. After taking it down by throwing it onto the ground with his forepaw he skids to a halt, preparing himself to leap at it at the same time. The elk rolls, one leg severely wounded and with a great, yet hastened effort it rises up, horns pointed towards the assaulting T'kha. Barely noticing the horns he had leapt towards it, crashing onto the horns. The elk cries in pain and anger at the pressure and strain on it's skull and neck, injured hindleg almost giving in to the massive pain. It tosses it's head trying to spot the predator, the increased wheight on it's horns going unnoticed. A'yka crasps the horns, muzzle snapping at the horns in weak attempts to have himself set free from this strange beast. But there! As hind legs fet hold of some furry surface his claws grasp it and he tries to unflip himself, motions cut short as the elk roars in pain, head flung back and forth untill something fell by it's side. Knowing of it's injured leg it lowers head and sweeps right toward A'yka. When he realizes what is happening he quickly pulls his leg under his bod and leaps forth, instantly encricling the beast.. Much blood already covered the ground but went on unnoticed. The smell merely aiding the blood lust. After two circles he notices the limp leg and the animals sight being lesser than his.. And it had only the white uncomfy shield protecting it's head! A'yka raises his muzzle, neck pushed forth in a row of clicking sounds. A chanting of promised victor. He knew it's weakness, he knew it's exhaustion. With a loud eerie roar he jumps right infront of the horns to provoke it, second later leaping sideways and onto it's side, claws tearing it's side into pieces, teeth grasping it's neck, thrusting.. Even though the horns were in his hind legs it did not matter, he simply couldn't feel it. The snap of it's neck silencing it's cries. The fall of it marking it's death. And there he stood, clicking vigorously.. With such the baddest taste in his mouth. Eyes observing before departing the blood stained scene. Nothing left behind but the bloody tracks of the sole survivor and the hushed echo of the click, reverberated by the tree sprites...

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