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Date Posted: 08:40:45 08/05/01 Sun
Author: Andalyn
Subject: >.<

*The black Korat slinks in, every sense on high-alert. Taller than the usual red who hunts here, the female can scent the other's definitive smells, markings of old kills. She dimly notes the marks of a younger pair, male and female, but they're old and faded. Pale orange eyes cast an intense gaze about as the Korat moves in deeper to the Grounds. Hyper-senses hear her heart pounding with the beginning thrill, feel the blood rushing through her veins, hear her breathing become deeper, excited. Glimmering tail blade held low, she lowers her well-toned form and slinks.

The smell of the required animal is ahead. Such meat is rare and precious, only used for the young or injured Korats. Redwood, when she had ruled, had had the good mind to stock a few here. The animal wasn't large, really. Maybe four feet high, twenty long. It looks like a spider, only with a longer, snakish body and large head. Long fangs and grasping claw-pincers on the end of its many legs were its only defenses against predators. To a Korat hunter, however, the beast is helpless.

Andalyn swallows a rumbling snarl, not wanting to risk losing this prey. A kinsman needed this food, and though she didn't know him, she would help. The Chnka was grazing, long fangs snatching and spearing large fruits from a nearby bush. With a high-pitched scream, the black springs forward, sprinting at almost-top speed. The Chnka hisses its fear and turns to flee. With so many long, jointed legs, it can move when it needs to. Sharp, deadly claws dig into the dirt as Anda pushes herself harder, faster. The crett will not escape. It shrieks, trying to call to its family for aid. With a silent leap, the black's momentum carries her through the air and onto the Chnka's back. It flails, trying to reach her with pincers and fangs alike.

With a swift blow to one side of legs, it collapses. With another slice of blade, half the other legs are gone. It writhes, raising itself like a snake, but Andalyn steps almost daintily forward. A rapid strike, and two twelve-inch claws drive into the Chnka's back. A twist, and the clawtips face each other. A push, and the spine snaps. The crett falls heavily, but dies swiftly, if not painlessly. The Korat leaps off lightly, licking the nourishing blood from her hind claws and tail blade. Grunting, she hauls the Chnka to the Desert, despite the fact that it weighs many pounds more.*

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