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Date Posted: 23:01:46 03/23/02 Sat
Author: Korat, Preda Bens
Subject: HUNT!!!!!!!!!!!

The deep bass beat pounds through the entire world, it seems, in time with the Korat's heart as she races through the tall grass. Redwood's lips are drawn back in a fierce grimace, her icy blue eyes wild and shudderingly insane. Every bulging muscle in her stocky form flexes, sharply outlined under thick red fur. No thought crosses her mind, raging emotions engulf it and that is the end of the matter. Going at top speed for her, she's merely a red blur of death as she streaks across the plains. Today, with the sun beating down upon her heavy frame, she hunts. And today, something will DIE!

Every stride is a contraction and then a leap, black claws digging into the black earth recklessly, throwing up spurts of rich soil after each step. Nostrils flared and whiskers slicked back against her broad skull, ears laced, she runs. She can smell them, oh yes, she can smell her prey. They will die! All of them! She has not hunted for nearly a month. She will slaughter the entire herd of Preda Bens to satisfy her bloodlust! Were she sane, no doubt she would be vehemently cursing the diplomatic High Circles that gathered, required her to attend, let others hunt for her. Ohh they will pay. Instinct rules as she approaches the crimson herd of beasts. They will pay.

A thunderous bellow erupts from the Original as she gallops headlong through the herd, and even the 'Ben guards don't dare stop the red bullet as she shoots for the biggest in the herd - the alpha bull. He does, however, turn and aim his spike-claws straight at her glittering eyes, those insane blue orbs. Her jaws snap, widen, and the 'Ben's claws gouge her tongue and the insides of her mouth, but the snap-down of her jaws sever both the prey's hands. Her speed, slowed a bit but still over a hundred mph, knocks the heavy bull sprawling and rolling through a group of squawking hens. Redwood hacks once, spitting out the fingers and palms, before leaping upon the fallen beast.

Rabidly, she rakes her four foreclaws across the soft crimson hide, digging deep slashes in the wildly twitching muscle. The 'Ben rears his head up, snapping at her arms and neck, and the Korat ignores the feeble attempt at retaliation. Her hindpaws planted firmly on the ground, her tail blade pressing against the earth in her efforts not to slay the beast quickly, Redwood roars, the sound a rolling crash of infernal thunder. The large and usually-dangerous herd mills confusedly around their fallen leader. Were this a normal situation, they would not hesitate to attack, but this mad creature could be sick. Dangerous. A few of the bigger hens make mock-charges, wailing high-pitchedly and slashing the air with their straight, sharp claws.

As the 'Ben tears a furrow in her muzzle, her thick jaws snap and crush his narrow skull, ripping it off the long neck and gulping it down. The crumbled bone makes an odd grinding noise as it slides easily enough down her gullet. Madly now, she tears into the beast, tearing slabs of fresh, bloody meat off the carcass and gulping them down. Leaving the 'Ben half-eaten and hardly putting even a dent in her raging stomach, the Original spins, staring with pure malice at the surrounding herd. As one, they realize their danger and begin to flee. But they are no match for a hungry Korat.

Redwood throws herself into a run after a large hen, catching up to the beast in mere seconds and hamstringing it with one slash of the forehand. Her neck unlocks and her jaws lunge forward, snatching the ankle bone of the hen and jerking it back as she refurls her neck in one smooth movement. Simultaneously, she stops in her tracks, going from 60 to 0 mph in .5 seconds. The heavy body of the 'Ben flies forward, though, and with some satisfaction the Korat listens to the spine shatter with the impact of going forward yet being held back. Dropping the broken leg-bone, she uses her hindclaws and tailblade to maul the corpse, taking out all the month's frustration, anger, fury, and indignation. No thoughts yet enter the female's mind as she abandons herself to the blood lust and consumes the entire corpse, then goes back to finish the buck's carcass. Such a gorging is unusual, in the fact that Redwood just ate more than her own bodyweight.

Crushing every last bone in both skeletons and lapping up the rich marrow encased inside, the Korat slowly regains her sanity and sentience as she seats herself, completely covered in scarlet blood. Looking around her on the slight hilltop, at the waving, pastel beadgrass soaked in blood, the scenes of struggle, the frantic tracks away, she sighs with satisfaction. -I feel much better,- she rumbles in Koratian, actually letting out a brief purr. Then, she sees to grooming the blood from her fur, relishing the lingering taste of 'Ben-flesh dribbling through her jaws.

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