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Date Posted: 14:34:09 10/09/02 Wed
Author: Jojjon
Subject: She makes the kill.
In reply to: Venus. 's message, "Re: Searching for food." on 10:43:20 10/09/02 Wed

:: She stalked forward and was nearly fifty meters from the two bulls when a cow looked forward, her eyes wide. She gave a low moo and the other cows glanced about nervously. The bulls were still absorbed in their battle. Jojjon cursed silently to herself; she had approached them from upwind, so they had caught her scent. Her jaunty shoulders rose and she stood, but only for a second as her massive muscles flexed and she broke into a run. Her paws barely touched the ground as she raced towards the herd. Now the cows had panicked and began to run for cover, but the bulls had seen her just a moment too late. She leaped and sunk her claws into the back of the smaller bull, tearing deep gouges in its tan hued flesh. It roared in anger and frustration, and the unharmed bull growled, but backed off into the brush.
The wounded Tauros bucked, throwing Jojjon from its back, but she quickly recovered. It tryed to run away to the left, but the Houndeath was on it, barring its path with a swath of flame. She leaped again, this time landing her full body weight atop the ungulate and her jaws snapped at the bull's neck whilst it tried to gore her. Instead her searching jaws found the neck and dug in ferally, fangs slicing through the flesh, jugular, and carotid, and finally settling on the vertebral column. Blood sprayed up onto her in a gout. She wrenched her head to the side and the spine snapped like a green twig. The Tauros mooed one last time and collapsed, dead. She released her death grip on the creature's neck and swung herself around to the stomach, which she disembowled swiftly and began to eat. It was a very good kill, and it was neccessary for the Houndeath to build up her strength for both the upcoming war and for winter. ::

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Re: She makes the kill. -- Streifen, 16:13:09 10/09/02 Wed
- Re: She makes the kill. -- Jojjon, 03:57:08 10/10/02 Thu