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 Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 5:55 pm
 Despite being deep into the night, it was quite bright; the moon illuminated the swamp with an eerie glow. The heat lingered on from the day and the humidity was ever-present. All of this made it the perfect time to hunt-- to stalk and watch.
Hunger Urges crept quietly through the hanging vines of kudzu. Each step he took was mindful and had purpose. He would not lose his game this time. No, this time he would catch and kill it. The delicious meat sounded so enticing, and the lovely pelt it was sporting would be an excellent prize for his endeavor. He licked his lips, squinting into the darkness and walking with great care.
The foxbun was quite large (plump, even) and it had the most beautiful purple pelt. It munched on some flowers idly as its ears swiveled about and twitched, listening for predators. Hunger stood still, staring intently at his prey. When to strike was a rather tricky decision, so he waited.. and watched.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 5:05 am
 The night stirred him in the most disturbing of ways, calling for blood with the rise of its many pale and impassive eyes. He was awoken from his slumber with the touch of light, a different creature from the one who sought and charmed the company of others in the daylight hours. It stretched and twisted in the low light over a black pool of water, cracking aching jaws wide and tasting heat. It was empty, a step beyond simple hunger and thirst.
The trees twisted in monotones behind it, framing darkness like a portal to a new world; it was an invitation to game away from the glare of reason and pretense. And he wanted to play - he really, really did. Just as well he knew this beast had to be fed one way or another, and with the passage of time he had begun to fear what might happen if he denied it for too long.
So he followed the whispers into the land of black and white, letting the tongues of shadow curl over his white flanks and seep into his bones. The predator moved with grace and primal fluidity through the land, nostrils flared for the scent of potential candidates. He wanted to destroy something completely, but the capture was only half the fun.
Keeping himself downwind, he soon caught the smell of something fresh and free in the blanket of heat. Shifting into a prowl, he picked his way into a thick blanket of moss and effectively muffled the sound of his hooves. Kudzu blanketed most of the area, hiding most roots and sticks. But the hunter was slow in moving, brushing the ground lightly with each step before he put his weight down. Soon enough, he saw his prey: a foxbun nibbled at the foliage delicately, plump but alert.
Croc spent only a moment watching it, slowly circling behind the cover of tree trunks. That was when he caught the hint of another scent close by. It was another kimeti, discernible but faint among the foliage. Sure enough, the more he looked, the better he could see the soft, white glow of eyes between the curtain of kudzu nearby. Croc flicked his tail musingly, before lifting his foot to lightly stomp the ground. It was enough to catch the foxbun's attention, making it pause and keen its hearing to its surroundings while glancing around. Croc stood absolutely still, his eyes shut. True, a foxbun might have excellent hearing, but as a general rule its eyesight in muted light was fairly lackluster. Without motion, without breath, the darkness would hide him from being discerned. And if the foxbun did run? Just as well.
After a moment, Croc took breath slowly through his nostrils and let his eyes creek open, staring across the way at that blanket of kudzu with a low light of red. How well had he startled the other predator, in joint with the prey?
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 11:21 am
A vibration, though soft, shook Hunger's attention. His ears moved as the foxbun's did, turning to and listening carefully for another sound. It was something large, he thought. His eyes grew wide and squinted shut as he raised his nose to the air. Yes, something was definitely there. A kimeti.
Hunger did not know the intentions of this other being, but he did not like it. Someone was encroaching on his prey. This foxbun he had been working so hard for. He decided it was time to move, but not for the foxbun. He slinked carefully through the veil of kudzu. Unsure of where the stomp had come from, he began to sweep the area as best he could. His eyes were focused-- determined. He would have to deal with whoever this was before he could continue his hunt.
Gritting his teeth with an all most snarling expression across his face, Hunger went on. He'd have to intimidate this other kimeti and make them leave. He had no time for games, Hunger only had time for his prize.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 3:36 pm
The other kimeti was gone, at least so far as his previous position went.
A sinful smile crawled over the predator's maw, a deep and dark glee that was all too satisfying. Where had the other hunter gone? Either he had left at the sight of him or he was coming to meet him.
Turning his head slightly, he perceived movement around the bend.
Tread lightly, sir, the gentleman whispered the thought, curling curiously around its more sinister counterpart. You'll not want to startle the prey into fleeing, no matter your ire with me, hm?
As Hunger Urges emerged more visibly, the paler buck raised his maned head expectantly, as if he were waiting for the other all along. His red eyes gleamed with evil intention, but not a hint of fear, maw parted in a most amused grin.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 8:37 am
The smell-- it was getting stronger. His senses were telling him that this other kimeti was very close. As Hunger rounded a bend, he saw the red-eyed beast. He stood still for a moment, stance wide, but head held high. It was a large buck with a fierce mane, but it did not matter.
He took a step, and then another. He walked forward, his gaze never leaving Crocodile's eyes. He stood a good ten feet from who he now deemed a foe. His ears went back and flat against the sides of his heads, a scowl across his face. It was as if to say, 'get out'.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 12:46 am
A tongue slipped free of the kimeti's jaws, tracing the buck's bright red upper lip. Despite Hunger's less than friendly stare, he was rather gleeful. There was barely a whisper as he slid forward, slow but purposeful as he stalked right into the other male's proximity. The beast's nostrils flared for the scent - no fear, not yet. It seemed as if he were going to walk right into Hunger, but Croc would stop short with about a foot's difference between their faces. He could very easily crane his head and lick the other's nose from this distance, if he wanted to try. Or rip it off.
Croc did neither. What he did was tilt his head toward the foxbun, red eyes remaining on the other buck the whole time. There was something playful about the way he was looking at Hunger, but something voracious all the same.
He brayed suddenly, loudly, simultaneously whipping away from the other and charging through the curtain of kudz. The foxbun startled and ran; Croc bounded after it.
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