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Subject: ... T h E H u N t ... Author: FireStorm [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 05:25:47 04/24/01 Tue FireStorm studied the land at dawn. Her site only went as far as the horizon. She had awakened hours before, in time for the arising sun. As the yellow globe reigned up to it's throne, beautiful reds and oranges danced on her coat. Giving her the affect of an Indian torch. Hw else did she get her name? Her coat looked like fire with the raising and setting sun. And when she attacked...she attacked like a storm, doing as much damage as possible. She let out an exasperated sigh. Inhaling, breathing in the boredom so she could slowly die. Exhaling, siezing what excitement was left in her. Depriving her of her needs. She lowered her moist nose to the ground, detecting the many aromas that mingled in the crisp air. None suitable. FireStorm swung back into an erect sit. Mornings... The start of a new day always reminded FireStorm that she was on the wretched earth. Traveling in circles before she died. How could wolves enjoy this torment? Were they too scared to grasp the adventure left in their thriving claws? Still not giving up possible fun she looked onward for the hare. Finding the hare was easy. Hunting it to the kill was another story... a story FireStorm longed to read. FireStorm slowly got up but ducked level to the ground. Crawling to her charging range. Icy blue orbs fixated on one thing. She reached the chosen range, but stayed low. Then poising herself so delicately, tail stiffened. She stood there. Focusing for the right moment... The hare turned away one second and she lunged into a quick-paced run. She ran charging the rear of the frantic hare. She swiftly and easily ran upside the rabbit, leading it on nimble paws towards the center of the field. She stayed on the tracks then soared upwards. The end was near... Her calculations were correct. A rapid torrent of cries commenced before FIreStorm siezed the fightened head. Peirced it, victorious in another hunt. fireStorm picked it up by the thin body, then squeezed what blood was left. A thought buzzed through her mind. Why hunt if not hungry? However the scavengers may eat it. Carrying it slowly to the pack swinging her head lightly the rabbit hit the ground. Rolling a few turns before stopping. A gruesome exampe of FireStorm's power. She licked her nose, tasting what excitement was left. Then sighing again, bored, she swung back into another sit. Waiting for the torture of boredom to end. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]