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Date Posted: 14:28:25 02/02/02 Sat
Author: Tyvars
Subject: Hunt...

Silent glances are exchanged between harshly coloured eyes, and as one the two Tyvars slink forward, their paws not making a sound on the rich black soil. That which they stalk remains unaware of its inevitable death, and continues grazing the bark of huge-girthed trees calmly, small jaws stoically chewing. Once more, the two pairs of alert orbs lock, before the smaller beast twitches her crest in assent. Both sculpted muzzles turn to watch their prey's lumbering progress, the predators barely breathing.

Then, one long ear twitches backwards, and the herbivore raises its small head, peering directly at the female. The brightly coloured animal freezes, not daring to blink, before their quarry bellows, shaking the forest with the blast of noise. Hissing her annoyance, the female doesn't otherwise move, as her partner crouches low. Slowly moving her weight from all four legs to her hind legs, the huntress keeps her eyes focused on the herbivore. The male slinks forwards as the prey bellows again, then he springs. Hind paws thudding firmly against the beast's flank, he digs his foreclaws into the back, head dipping to tear viciously at the vulnerable, furless flesh. The herbivore thrashes, but the female drops to all fours again and flings herself forward, forelimbs reaching out and slashing at the prey's head with four-inch claws. Staggered, the herbivore tries to turn and run, but a single swipe of the female's tail decapitates it and the heavy body collapses, sprawled on the forest floor.

The male keeps his perch, looking at his companion emotionlessly until, licking his jaws, he grins approvingly. ||You learn well, Shraerohra. Good strike.|| The younger Tyvar nods her head, accepting the praise. ||Thank you, Daexr. But I was spotted.|| Her older brother snorts and retorts laughingly, ||No, you're swirled,|| referring to her patterns of vivid green, red, and violet colours. Grinning dryly, the huntress pads forward to share in her kill as the hunter dips his muzzle, ripping a strip of flesh away.

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