Okay, why were the rhinos in the area just leaving their kids around to get eaten like this? They deserved it if they were going to offer such negligible parenting. Sheesh. At least this hunt, like the last one, went smoothly and she didn't have to worry about it or think too hard, though as she'd mentioned before, it wasn't good to get complacent. At least they were catching large prey that would help keep the cache full for a little while longer. With how many mouths pulled from it, she knew it wouldn't be long before another hunt was needed.

-exit dysnomia-

As more began to flood the scene, answering his secondary call, he nodded at each respectively. He was happy to see so many gather, and it turns out that their numbers would aid them today. For the prey was big and quite rare, a difficult catch. Rhinos were deadly creatures, far deadlier than any lion the King had hunted before, and so when they chased the thing down he was extra careful not to be impaled on the creature's horn. That would spell a certain death.

By the end of the chase, he took one opportunity to leap onto the prey's back and use his superior weight to slow it down. The ride took a long while, until the thing slowed down, fatigued, and the pride ended its life in one fell swoop. He ate, then aided in bringing the rest back to the caches.

exit

He's seen rhinos before, from a safe distance, perched upon one of the many ruddy cliffs where he so often enjoyed observing the world as it shifted around. Gigantic, imposing creatures, with hides like armor and curved horns more deadly than even the sharpened hooks of his own talons.

But this one was different. Young. Tender. Vulnerable. It's grey skin splits with a satisfying tearing noise beneath his claws, the vibrant drips of its blood painting a far prettier pattern upon its flesh than the boring folds of wrinkles could have ever hoped to match.

In death, the juvenile beast has ascended, achieving a greater purpose in becoming a meal for the strawberry Dieudonne to gorge himself upon, before the boy retreated back to the shelter of the cliffs with bloodied lips and a pleased smile, intent on sleeping off the comfortable weight that now sat so warmly in his belly.

/exit Roussel

+10 Participate in a group or pride event
+5 Sunbathe or take a nap
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

code by scorpixia ♡︎ art by irish

Arcania X'uekai

count my cards, watch them fall
I like the way they all scream

Did hunting ever truly become interesting? She doubted it, at least for her. If she was going to find it interesting she would have by now, surely. There were probably others who found it delightful, though. Good for them. She just wasn't one of them.

There was plenty for all of them to take a meal from it with several more meals left over, so she had no qualm about taking a piece for herself and heading back to her den like Icefang. She wasn't going to be useful in moving all that to one of the caches, and she didn't want to be anyway. Let those men who had come take care of it. She knew they had to be good for something.

-exit arcania-

code by scorpixia♡︎