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Date Posted: 15:00:03 05/11/02 Sat
Author: Redwood
Subject: Uhh.... I'll stick to Preda Ben Steaks. Maybe with a little Eye of Quomai on the side. Or some Lung of Scar.
In reply to: Redwood 's message, "HUNT!!!!!" on 08:44:12 04/07/02 Sun

Feeling her thick tail become lacerated and blood-slick, the Korat roars thunderously, rage suddenly coloring her vision redder than the blood had. A few more wild swings of her tail kills those attacking from behind, she lunges and locks her powerful jaws onto the 'Ben's shoulder, having missed her target of base of the neck. Redwood clamps her jaws down and rips backwards, taking a chunk of flesh with her and spitting it out, despite the admittedly excellent taste. She rears on her hind legs, balancing lightly and lashing out with her forelegs, one claw nearly slicing through the 'Ben's jugular, but the agile biped jerks away barely in time and retaliates in another attack. The big Korat ignores the counterattack, drops to all fours, and leaps. Her bloody form lands like a boulder on the alpha bull's flank, her longclaws hook in past his ribs, and she guts him with only one stroke. Then, she twists her muzzle and clamps her jaws on the base of his neck, clenching and hearing the satisfying crrrack! of the spiral cord snapping. The big crimson biped slumps, lifeless, as guards continue to tear at his killer. "Come on!" she yells to TFD, unable to see her friend in the madness, and with a hard grip on the carcass, tries to forge a way out of the melee.

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