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 Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 6:55 pm
Hunting, it was in Richard's blood now, the urge to stalk, to feel the flesh beneath her paws. It was all there. However urges, no matter how strong are a poor substitute for lack of skill. Rabbits she had found were fast little buggers and very hard to sneak up on.
Richard had been attempting to corner a rabbit for the better part of the afternoon. She hadn't strayed far from her tree yet but the local rabbit population was getting wise to the clumsy cat woman. She was ranging farther and farther up river.
Then she saw one! It was there, straight ahead of Richard, busily nibbling away on the grass by the river bank. It didn't seem to notice her yet. Richard got low to the ground, creeping forward on all fours. This time would be different. She strike with her tenacles first, try to stun it. None of this leaping down from a branch and face planting. This would be a success she told herself for the umptenth time.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 7:59 pm
Newt had returned to his swamp that evening from the beach bar with a armload of full of small bottles of varying types. Who knew? Alcohol was useful and the 100 proof whiskey could work as an anti septic. He still hadn't gone to see Dee yet. He was a coward and he knew it. While fretting unnecessarily about things that didn't matter to other people, he had taken to leaping about the jungle with a glass flask-shaped bottle of whiskey in tow. He didn't need to be fully coherent while he hunted for prey of his own. It wasn't smaller frogs or rats or birds that afternoon, though, it was brightly colored feathers strewn about the canopy floor from the island's more colorful bird population. The majority of what he found had been green, and difficult to spot amongst the underbrush. His eyes might have been bulbous and disgusting to some, but they worked quite well, and the savaging helped give his human consciousness something to concentrate on without making him depressed.
As he hopped through the brush, he didn't notice the feline predator not too far from where he squatted.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 8:31 pm
Richard hadn't noticed the presence of Newt nearby, her attention was focused on the rabbit some distance ahead of her. She slowly crept forward, her hairy tail straight out behind her, she tried to shield her body from the prey with an intervening tree. A twig snapped under her handpaw and she froze, the rabbit popped up on its hind legs scanning for predatiors. Richard stopped breathing for a long moment, only starting again when the morsal resumed its grazing.
A few more carefully placed steps and she was there, her tentacle quivered just above her head, then struck.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 8:47 pm
It was the subtle sound of a snapping twig that made the frog turn his gaze through the ferns and moss and mud, and the sight of the rabbit that made him set down the bottle. His large round belly rumbled, and he crept forward silently, waiting just a moment before his own tongue shout out, aiming to stick to the animal's shoulder. Alcohol did not improve his aim, though, and instead the stretched appendage whipped around something strange and rubbery and unexpected.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 8:58 pm
The tentacle hit the Rabbit with a solid whack, sending the poor rabbit skidding over the ground with a high pitched squeal. She had done it! So thrilled was Richard at finally connecting with a rabbit that she didn't even register that Newt's sticky tongue had connected with her tentacle. With growl of trimupth, Richard charged out of the brush, intent on claiming her prize before it recovered.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 9:09 pm
Newt gave a squeal, dropping his sack of feathers as he was suddenly dragged forward through the underbrush by whatever his tongue had caught on. He ribbited and whistled and cooed and cried, yelping out in pain as he thrashed and tried to hop away.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 9:23 pm
Richard had the rabbit underpaw when she felt a sharp tug on her back, something was wrenching on her tentacle! Surprised, she spun around and roared, at what ever had snared her appendage, the tentacle itself pulled mightily to free itself.
Then she saw the green man wiggling like a fish on a hook. "NEWT!" The voice was acussitory and bewildered all at once.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 9:27 pm
Finally, the stretched, pained appendage managed to unwind and snap free of the tentacle as he skidded to a stop, giving a terrified croak at the sight of the tentacle and twisted to try to leap back. His tongue was throbbing from the drag, hanging from his mouth like a stretched slug as he grappled with the ground.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 7:48 pm
Richard clutched the rabbit as it hung limply from her hand. Its eyes staring out at the world blankly, it was hard to tell if it was alive or dead. She looked at Newt warily, Her left handpaw interposed between the rabbit and Newt. The body posture was clear... mine.
Slowly as she watched Newt she forced some the tension out of her body and pulled her lips back down, over her teeth. She licked her chops, searching for something to say.
"Hello Newt. Nice day." She finally managed to say.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 8:24 pm
The frog wobbled backward, his eyes blinking unevenly as he gave a disoriented croak. His dilapidated swim trunks had been replaced by the pair Tommy had been kind enough to give him, green with a pattern of little blue crustaceans. The drag through the jungle had left his still dotted-line marked tummy scraped and bleeding slightly. "Ahh... krrIIIT!" He chirped, disoriented.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 8:40 pm
When no intelligeable reply came from Newt Richard started edging away giving Newt a cautious glance. She wasn't quite sure what had happened but she had what she came for now.
On cue, the rabbit sprang to life kicking and literally screaming in Richards grip. Richard struggled to keep a grip on it and cursed herself for not thinking of bringing a mesh bag or something similar to restrain it.
"God Damminit!" she swore as she struggled to contain the flailing bunny with out breaking its neck.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 8:54 pm
The squealing of the rabbit seemed to be what he needed to snap out of his nonverbal state, and he flinched backward to huddle against the ground. "Aah... ah R-rrruh... krrIIIT Richard!" There was an odd edge to his voice that mirrored his clumsy movements. He glanced back and forth with a startled noise, as though just realizing that the things he had been carrying were now lost somewhere behind them.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 9:13 pm
Richard continued to struggle with the rabbit, keeping a firm grip on the scruff of its neck and managed to hold it against her chest using all four arms to press on it. Yet it still struggled and its mouth open and closing as it continued to scream. She pressed on it harder, willing it to stop. Its eyes bugged and it suddenly went limp in her arms. Richard stared down at the broken bunny, blood now seeping from it's nose. She felt digusted with herself, and let the body fall to the ground, useless.
She felt no compassion for the rabbit, compassion for small animals had been driven away by Richard's former occupation, long before Richard had come to the island. Instead there was the frustration of yet another failed hunt.
She looked at Newt, seething from her failure.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:29 pm
"I woo-was gon-gon-gon-gonna' eat that..." Newt finally broke the silence with a disappointed whistling croak akin to a drunken hiccup. It was easier to not be afraid when your brain was buffered by a nice layer of whiskey. Speaking of which, he groped about the grass, trying to search clumsily for what he had dropped.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:51 pm
Richard found something off about Newt. He wasn't twitching, cowing or fiddling with something. In the past He had always been nervous around her. She took a step forward, leaned toward Newt and sniffed the air.
Recoiling from the sharp scent of pickled frog she made a face of disgust. "You too Newt? Drinking away your troubles." She shook her head in disapproval. "First Dee and now you."
She looked down at the rabbit that lay aft her feet, twisted in an unnatural position. "Go right ahead, its ruined now." It was a fairly scrawy anyway she told herself, it embodied frustration more than anything else.
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