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Posted on January 16, 2014 at 01:06:26 PM by THE MOUNTAIN LION
May The Better Species Win
Well, well, well, what did he smell here? Fear, nervousness, its stench an appealing thing considering his recent run of bad luck. With prey having been less during the recent flood, he had been chased out of his old territory by a younger, fitter cougar. Now, he was not only hungry, but desperate to appease the frustration he still brooded over. The mere whiff of someone shivering inside their den was more than enough to catch his attention - wolf or not, meat was meat after all. Besides, he had taken wolves down before, their strength only holding up against him in the recent years thanks to their formed packs. This one, though, oh... he was alone.
He still moved like fluid over the terrain, each step a quiet, ghost-like movement as he slunk forward towards the sound of voices. His tawny pelt allowed him to blend in against the backdrop of the dried grass as he watched the pair from a distance. He had not expected the second to arrive but nonetheless, he still felt just as driven. The new male reeked of old age, his form stiffer than the younger males', though the younger male's body was narrow and ragged with hunger. An old wolf and a starved wolf - he liked his chances. Even in his own older age, and with a permanent limp in his back hind leg given to him by is usurper... he liked his chances.
As the older one spoke, his yips and yaps nothing to the cougar... that is when he moved to strike. With all the speed and grace offered to his species, he darted from the conifers and tall grass, a tawny streak across the river's shore. His lips peeled back to reveal his arsenal, his broad paws unsheathing their claws as he leapt forward. His first target was a practical one - the younger wolf. The boy's age and condition made him the prime target, for the older wolf was merely dismissed as collateral damage. It was the younger wolf that posed the most threat.
With a vicious snarl and hiss, the cougar leapt for the male, aiming to swipe at his hip and knock hims aside. If he could at least impair the male beyond walking capability, then he could start on the older male, too. He would kill more than two birds with one stone today - he would take back his pride, his hunger and eventually, his territory.
STATE OF PREDATOR:
He is an older cougar with a rather obvious limp in his back leg thanks to a recent run in with a younger male. His pride is hurt and he is hungry and frustrated. It is doubtful that he will back down easily, though he may be swayed with reasonable force.
Well, well, well, what did he smell here? Fear, nervousness, its stench an appealing thing considering his recent run of bad luck. With prey having been less during the recent flood, he had been chased out of his old territory by a younger, fitter cougar. Now, he was not only hungry, but desperate to appease the frustration he still brooded over. The mere whiff of someone shivering inside their den was more than enough to catch his attention - wolf or not, meat was meat after all. Besides, he had taken wolves down before, their strength only holding up against him in the recent years thanks to their formed packs. This one, though, oh... he was alone.
He still moved like fluid over the terrain, each step a quiet, ghost-like movement as he slunk forward towards the sound of voices. His tawny pelt allowed him to blend in against the backdrop of the dried grass as he watched the pair from a distance. He had not expected the second to arrive but nonetheless, he still felt just as driven. The new male reeked of old age, his form stiffer than the younger males', though the younger male's body was narrow and ragged with hunger. An old wolf and a starved wolf - he liked his chances. Even in his own older age, and with a permanent limp in his back hind leg given to him by is usurper... he liked his chances.
As the older one spoke, his yips and yaps nothing to the cougar... that is when he moved to strike. With all the speed and grace offered to his species, he darted from the conifers and tall grass, a tawny streak across the river's shore. His lips peeled back to reveal his arsenal, his broad paws unsheathing their claws as he leapt forward. His first target was a practical one - the younger wolf. The boy's age and condition made him the prime target, for the older wolf was merely dismissed as collateral damage. It was the younger wolf that posed the most threat.
With a vicious snarl and hiss, the cougar leapt for the male, aiming to swipe at his hip and knock hims aside. If he could at least impair the male beyond walking capability, then he could start on the older male, too. He would kill more than two birds with one stone today - he would take back his pride, his hunger and eventually, his territory.
STATE OF PREDATOR:
He is an older cougar with a rather obvious limp in his back leg thanks to a recent run in with a younger male. His pride is hurt and he is hungry and frustrated. It is doubtful that he will back down easily, though he may be swayed with reasonable force.
Replies:
- goes the clock - By Tick Tock January 16, 2014 at 02:27:30 PM
There's a fine line between love and hate - By ashido January 23, 2014 at 05:30:49 AM
= I Dropped My Halo = - By Heyel January 23, 2014 at 09:08:19 PM
. - By . December 17, 2017 at 11:29:39 PM
SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST - By THE MOUNTAIN LION January 28, 2014 at 05:17:37 AM
. - By . December 17, 2017 at 11:33:31 PM
and what now shall we play? - By Tick Tock January 29, 2014 at 03:28:46 AM
No time for goodbye he said as he faded away - By ashido February 14, 2014 at 01:20:00 AM
. - By . December 17, 2017 at 11:34:25 PM
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