Leman
11-03-2007, 02:42 AM
Fishing
Note: If anyone is wondering, Black Fang and Midnight are a pair of Mighteyenas. :x
Black Fang sniffed the air hopefully, to pick up a sent of the game they were following. Something was in the air. He could smell it. He gave a short low growl and motion for his for his brother, Midnight, to follow. They crept forward silently in the dead of night. There was no sound except for the snapping of twigs for their prey, and soft sound of running water from the nearby stream
Black fang peered through the bush, where he lay still and silent. Through the branches, he saw the large brown, spotted side of the Stantler. It had not noticed it was being stalked, by a pair of merciless predators. It ate contently. A toothy grin spread across Black Fang’s hungry face, as he stepped back to allow Midnight to see.
Midnight stepped back looking determined as Black Fang gave a booming bark, and leapt over the hedge. Midnight raced out from behind the hedge to help. Black fang landed on Stantler’s back. It gave a squeal of terror as it turned and tried to run away from the clearing. The escape was cut off by a snarling Midnight. Stantler squealed again and rose onto its hind legs, kicking wildly as it tried to fend of Midnight. Black Fang had fallen off its back; the places where his claws and mouth had been on the Stantlers back were oozing blood.
Midnight lunged at the Stantler, fangs bared, as Stantler shuffled to the side. Black Fang lashed out with slash to Stantler’s hind quarters. Stantler reared onto its front legs, and aimed a kick at Black Fang. The hoof collided with the side of Black Fangs mouth, and he tumbled back into a rose bush and howled in pain.
Midnight lunged at Stantler’s legs again, snarling. Stantler reared up on its hind legs, squealing. Its hoofs came crashing down on Midnight’s back. He howled and whimper in pain as Stantler rushed of into the brush.
Midnight got up growling furiously, but he did not follow the Stantler. Black fang struggled free of the bush and did not follow either. The Stantler could run much faster than either of them. Black Fang, recognizing defeat, did not make any sounds of fury and trudged out into the bushes. Midnight followed suit.
The two of them slept restlessly that night, on empty stomachs. It was troubled. Black Fang in particular was thrashing around in his sleep. Moonlight threw his face into full view. His eyes were wide open, and he stared out into nothing, unable to sleep do to his hunger. His stomach growled loudly, and he made his decision. He stood up and trudged off into the bushes in search of anything halfway edible.
After about fifteen minutes he stopped, his ears perked up. He thought he heard the faint swish of a stream speeding across the valley. He sped up, leaping and bounding through the bushes. Where there is water, he thought hopefully, there will be food. Hehehehe. He smelled the salty water, and the swishing noise grew louder and louder until finally he burst through the bush, and onto the bank of a small river. Black Fang scanned both edge of the water.
Nothing. Not a single animal was here. Though he truly did not think there would be much at this time of the night, he had hoped there would be something, but obviously he had been wrong.
His stomach growled. Black Fang peered into the water, trying to make out the shape of a fish or crab. He did not see anything. But then he saw something; a flash of red against the cool blue water of the stream. He barked loudly and lunged at it, his fangs bared.
He took two swipes at the water. The first his nothing but water, but he second hit something that felt like tough flesh. The blue water suddenly was mixed in with a red substance. Black Fang plunged his head underwater, snapping his jaws. He hit nothing, though he thought he saw another flash of red.
He leapt at it, and swiped again. Black Fang howled in pain as his paw collided with a rock. He growled annoyedly, and winced as he moved farther upstream.
Soon he lost track of the red thing, but a trail of bloody was streak through the stream. He followed it relentlessly. Eventually, he began to here a steady roar. It did not take him long to find the source of the noise.
The stream ended in a water fall, and so did the little red thing’s journey. He was swimming around in a small circle slowly. He panicked as he saw Black Fang approaching, a sped up a bit. His attempts were futile; it had lost too much blood. Black Fang lunged.
Dinner is served.
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Note: If anyone is wondering, Black Fang and Midnight are a pair of Mighteyenas. :x
Black Fang sniffed the air hopefully, to pick up a sent of the game they were following. Something was in the air. He could smell it. He gave a short low growl and motion for his for his brother, Midnight, to follow. They crept forward silently in the dead of night. There was no sound except for the snapping of twigs for their prey, and soft sound of running water from the nearby stream
Black fang peered through the bush, where he lay still and silent. Through the branches, he saw the large brown, spotted side of the Stantler. It had not noticed it was being stalked, by a pair of merciless predators. It ate contently. A toothy grin spread across Black Fang’s hungry face, as he stepped back to allow Midnight to see.
Midnight stepped back looking determined as Black Fang gave a booming bark, and leapt over the hedge. Midnight raced out from behind the hedge to help. Black fang landed on Stantler’s back. It gave a squeal of terror as it turned and tried to run away from the clearing. The escape was cut off by a snarling Midnight. Stantler squealed again and rose onto its hind legs, kicking wildly as it tried to fend of Midnight. Black Fang had fallen off its back; the places where his claws and mouth had been on the Stantlers back were oozing blood.
Midnight lunged at the Stantler, fangs bared, as Stantler shuffled to the side. Black Fang lashed out with slash to Stantler’s hind quarters. Stantler reared onto its front legs, and aimed a kick at Black Fang. The hoof collided with the side of Black Fangs mouth, and he tumbled back into a rose bush and howled in pain.
Midnight lunged at Stantler’s legs again, snarling. Stantler reared up on its hind legs, squealing. Its hoofs came crashing down on Midnight’s back. He howled and whimper in pain as Stantler rushed of into the brush.
Midnight got up growling furiously, but he did not follow the Stantler. Black fang struggled free of the bush and did not follow either. The Stantler could run much faster than either of them. Black Fang, recognizing defeat, did not make any sounds of fury and trudged out into the bushes. Midnight followed suit.
The two of them slept restlessly that night, on empty stomachs. It was troubled. Black Fang in particular was thrashing around in his sleep. Moonlight threw his face into full view. His eyes were wide open, and he stared out into nothing, unable to sleep do to his hunger. His stomach growled loudly, and he made his decision. He stood up and trudged off into the bushes in search of anything halfway edible.
After about fifteen minutes he stopped, his ears perked up. He thought he heard the faint swish of a stream speeding across the valley. He sped up, leaping and bounding through the bushes. Where there is water, he thought hopefully, there will be food. Hehehehe. He smelled the salty water, and the swishing noise grew louder and louder until finally he burst through the bush, and onto the bank of a small river. Black Fang scanned both edge of the water.
Nothing. Not a single animal was here. Though he truly did not think there would be much at this time of the night, he had hoped there would be something, but obviously he had been wrong.
His stomach growled. Black Fang peered into the water, trying to make out the shape of a fish or crab. He did not see anything. But then he saw something; a flash of red against the cool blue water of the stream. He barked loudly and lunged at it, his fangs bared.
He took two swipes at the water. The first his nothing but water, but he second hit something that felt like tough flesh. The blue water suddenly was mixed in with a red substance. Black Fang plunged his head underwater, snapping his jaws. He hit nothing, though he thought he saw another flash of red.
He leapt at it, and swiped again. Black Fang howled in pain as his paw collided with a rock. He growled annoyedly, and winced as he moved farther upstream.
Soon he lost track of the red thing, but a trail of bloody was streak through the stream. He followed it relentlessly. Eventually, he began to here a steady roar. It did not take him long to find the source of the noise.
The stream ended in a water fall, and so did the little red thing’s journey. He was swimming around in a small circle slowly. He panicked as he saw Black Fang approaching, a sped up a bit. His attempts were futile; it had lost too much blood. Black Fang lunged.
Dinner is served.
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Going for Magikarp:
Characters: 4503