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 Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 10:17 am
What he assumed was that one of the reptiles had caught their lunch. Unlikely he'd have anything to see of it, being that a crocodile liked to drag things beneath the water before they fed... But crocodiles also liked to roll, and bodies had a habit of coming apart like that. So perhaps, perhaps...
Either way, Croc was awake now, and hungry besides. Scenting the air, he hopped the few stones back to the shore and made his way into the thicket of the trees. The smell, surprisingly, grew stronger.
Well well. Perhaps there was something to be had after all. Depending on the predator, he might just have two carcasses to chew, depending how fast he moved.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 1:00 pm
 "And stay back!" Precipice snarled, stamping her hooves vehemently into the riverbank. The crocodile she was glaring at gave a half-hearted hiss in her direction, but it had no intention of fighting a pissed off swamp goat, not when its jaws were clamped on another prize, a bleeding haunch of boar. The first owner of the haunch laid lifeless and bloody, a carcass missing one rear leg. The second owner was seriously considering adding crocodile meat to her lunch. There was blood everywhere, soaking the shore, splattered across the bank and the doe's chest and forelegs, dripping from the fur of her muzzle and from the maw of the crocodile. Clearly there had been a tug of war over a kill, and while she had come out victorious, she had not won without some sacrifice. "You're not worth the trouble," she huffed, tossing her head, grudgingly allowing the scaled beast to drag his stolen meal back into the river. Killing a crocodile was no easy feat, and while she had it in her, there really was no point with a whole boar carcass, more than enough for her lunch, sitting on the riverbank beside her. But that wouldn't stop her from being possessive of what she'd felled. A movement from the corner of her eye made her whirl, amber eyes flashing as they met the red ones of a buck who was eyeing up her kill not unlike how the crocodile had been. "Don't even think about it," she hissed, fangs flashing white against the red-stained brown of her muzzle, her hooves planting between the buck and her boar. ((No pressure to mirror, my opening posts tend to be long and scene establishing @_@))
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 2:52 pm
One crocodile for another, it seemed - not that Crocodile Smile the Kimeti was fool enough to believe that he and his namesake were any sort of kin. But it was she that spat at him, interestingly enough.
"Surely not," He returned, placating and smooth. He could eat, but fighting other kimeti for food was unseemly, even if he did debate how much of the boar she could put in her. "I heard a struggle," And smelt the blood, "And thought I might help you with the brute. Alas, I was not swift enough."
His ears drooped a little, as if truly dismayed.
"And now I shall be on my way. But are you very alright, my lady? Playing a game of wills with those reptiles seems entirely too strenuous upon the neck." She was brave, certainly... and stubborn besides.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 3:27 pm
Her eyes gleam, fangs disappearing as her bloody lips curve into a satisfied half-smile at his assurance that he isn't after her kill. His words are placating yes, probably more effective than she'll admit, but the confidence with which she relaxes stems not from her belief in him, more from the belief that she can handle him. His concern makes her chuckle though, mirth in her glinting eyes as she fixes him with a smirk.
"Do I look like a girl who needs helping?" she asks, but her tone is more gleeful than antagonizing. She ignores the comment about neck strain, but she can feel a slight ache in her neck and shoulders -- when the adrenaline wears off, she'll feel this tug of war for a while.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 6:05 pm
"If I may be so bold, my dear, you look more like a girl in need of a bath." The retort was graceful, and there was the slightest, mischievous narrowing of his eyes. "But you are right. How clever and strong you must be to take on such a beast and fight off yet another. Is hunting your sport, or only a happenstance talent?"
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 6:31 pm
His easy reply catches her slightly by surprise, but happily so, and she laughs, a surprisingly light sound, if vaguely predatory. The bloodbath of a kill today was certainly not her style-- terribly messy really-- but she didn't mind the blood in her coat, no she wore it with a certain pride. Her ear twitches at his flattery though, it is a bit too blatant to her liking, and her mirth turns more serious as she turns back to her carcass. It is too close to the riverbank, and one mollified crocodile doesn't mean the rest of them won't be lured in by the scent of blood.
"Hunting is my way of life," she replies matter-of-factly, then seizes the boar's remaining rear leg and starts to drag it farther from the riverbank. Her eyes narrow almost imperceptibly at the slight strain in her neck, but it doesn't hinder her.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 8:04 pm
The laughter provokes a twitch of the skin over his maw, though the possibility of that becoming something more fades when the doe dives back for the kill. To be honest, Croc wasn't entirely convinced that it was her that was that killed the boar, even though he suggested it. His sanguine eyes check over the beat for signs of a wound beyond the one that's splashing the area with blood. Blood - the smell of it makes him heady with need, makes a part of him itch tellingly, so he parts his maw and breathes in that way instead. Now he can taste it.
"Honestly, I might have been cross to hear you say anything else. It is no simple task, especially not when the game is large. Forgive me - it was a loaded inquiry."
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 9:21 pm
Edge is oblivious to the buck's doubts and bloodlust, focused on putting distance between the carcass in the river, enough so that not even the bloodscent will lure the crocodiles so far out of safety. Each movement is a combination of effort and ease, certainly not graceful, but lithe with power. Though not visible, the other side of the boar bears the marks of her attack, the neck torn and crushed with hoof and fang, adding to the stream of blood flowing from the missing haunch.
His explanation makes his flattery understandable in some ways, but puzzling in others. She lifts her head, licking blood from her lips, her kill a safe distance from the river now, arching a brow at the strange buck "And who are you to so judge the actions of others?" she asks pointedly, her tone far from defensive, but laden with disagreement and a dash of genuine inquiry.
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