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Hunger was an irritable thing. It coursed through his belly like some snarling wildcat, dragging its claws through his guts and rousing him from dreamless slumber. Glittering eyelids cracked for a moment, letting red-rimmed eyes shiver off the glaze of sleep before the stallion could fully awaken. His broad chest swelled with breath before he yawned, giving himself a rough shake to stimulate his muscles into awareness. He could still feel the sun on his flanks, peering through the leaf-laden branches of the tree he'd picked for a short doze. That meant it was still midday at the very least--a perfect chance to squeeze some hunting in.

With a grunt, the Kalona lowered his head, stringy strands of crimson spilling across his shoulders. His horns and shoulder scraped against the rough bark to relieve silent itches scrabbling across his gleaming flanks. though he was hungry, for once, Nemesis was not irritable. His short nap had done wonders to soothe his temper, and he'd been given time to mull over the words of wisdom left for him by his mother. The beast wordlessly set off with a lash of his spaded tail, taking his time to settle into the hunt. Another rumble told him that his gut agreed; he'd feast before doing anything else just yet. What would be on the menu today? More deer? Or perhaps he would resort to a more cannibalistic tongue and pick off whatever Soquili that had strayed into the forest alone.

It'd been simple luck that his sharp eyes had picked out the slender doe nestled admist the tall oaks, her speckled hide offering almost perfect camaflouge against most hungry hunters. Unfortunately for the young female, he was far above the ordinary slew of predatory beasts. A brief pause told him he was downwind from the unfortunate creature, and stealth would be his tool in stealing closer. She grazed peacefully, unaware of the black behemoth closing in at an angle towards her flanks. A violent flash of hooves, beating like blunted hammers against her spine to send her crashing to the earth. The bushes shuddered, branches snapping as the massive stallion descended to snap her neck before there was even time for a scream. Licking his chops, blackened lips delicately brushed themselves against the doe's shoulder for a moment while he inhaled, his stomach growling from her scent. Normally, he might have taken the time to enjoy the thrill of the chase... but he was hungry now, and all he wanted to do was eat.

His fangs pierced her thick hide, opening up the doe's belly to better expose her still-warm entrails. A right-royal feast, in the Kalona's mind. He ate rapidly, ignoring how gruesome the sounds and sights may have been for anyone unfortunate enough to be watching. This was his meal; anyone with half a brain would be wise to realize how lucky they were that he was already preoccupied, and clear out before their luck turned sour.

For a while, it was easy enough to focus on little more than his stomach. Flesh turned to paper when pitted against his gruesome mouth, and he shredded the thick, sweet meat until the bare bone lay clean. The carcass shuddered underneath the brutality, limbs jerking in a frenzied mockery of fleeing, though it was only the doe's spirit that had managed to escape. The hot splash of blood against his thick tongue was probably the most pleasurable feeling the stallion had felt all day, and he relished in the sensation. Of course, like all good things, it wasn't meant to last. The mourning wind made to pass over the violent scene, carrying with it the scent of one who hadn't the sense to flee upon stumbling across a Kalona and his kill. His thick neck arched, lifting his head slowly to stare at the newcomer with narrowed eyes and a bloodied muzzle.

A low, undulating sound began to rise from the depths of his throat, not unlike an enraged crocodile before it charged. His spaded tail slapped menacingly at his flanks, tearing the earth behind him to choppy shreds. Save for the slew of animalistic snarls that fell from his maw, Nemesis said not a word; there was little profit in communicating when he so clearly was engaged with something else. Be it a lesser, or another Kalona--he was not in the mood for idle chitchat and posturing. Irritating. That's what he saw other Kalona outside his family to be, and had met only a few whom he could consider equal--as far as standards went. But this? This feathered, senseless fool? Had he not a meal already, perhaps it would be her belly he would have torn into...

He studied the earthy toned mare with her sanguine wings, snorting harshly at the mixture of terrified awe scrawled across her youthful features. A wind--possibly one of the most irritating to catch if they had any chance to escape to the skies. Having offered his warning, the monster returned to his meal. It was her decision whether or not she would wisely heed it; he would not hesitate to drive her off should she approach, or simply stay and gawk. He wasn't one for unwanted attention.