08-20-2011, 02:07 PM
The beating of hoofs against the dirt floor echoed towards Lycan as he raced the fleeing prey. He galloped after the dark brown fur hide of the terrified deer as splinters of bark and dirt flicked up from under its steps in the moist ground. Lycan could hear his heart beat elevate louder as he increased his speed, each fast step was past predicted and rehearsed. He had already failed two hunting attempts that night and was determined not to fail this one. He dug his claws into the ground sharply to have enough grip to pull him forwards with each leap forward. As the hunt continued, Lycan could feel slight spasms of pain stretching through his muscles, but with his teeth bared ready to strike he continued to leap forward towards his prey.
The hunt had started on uneven terms, the small herd of deer Lycan was hunting were on the top of a steep bank, most of the deer had fled before Lycan had made it to the top and only the weaker had remained dazed by the sudden rush of herd members. Lycan quickly chose the largest of the remaining deer and began the chase for his kill.
Lycan could sense the tempo of the deer's beating hoofs slow down, the length of the chase wasn't only affecting Lycan, and he could soon see more detail of the deer he was chasing as he gradually got closer. He had chosen an older member of the herd, he could tell this from the rough short fur and scars on the deer's hide to show his fair share of chases. 'Let's hope this chase is your last.' Lycan panted to himself as he grew closer and closer to the deer.
Once he had got about ten feet away from the deer, Lycan had felt a sudden urge to pounce a large leap towards the deer's back, his desperate hunger controlled his actions as he dug his claws deep into the ground and with a strong pull of his front legs he catapulted towards the deer's back. This was a large mistake, for the deer was still kicking it hoof back to run away, as Lycan's fangs met the deer's back and he clamped his jaws around a large piece of flesh, the deer's back hoof kicked hard into Lycan's chest, make him whine loudly in pain but he remain his grip on the deer back. As the deer slowed from the weight of Lycan pulling it down, Lycan was able to push his back legs off of the ground and scratch at the deer's legs to slow it down further. The deer made one last attempt to relieve itself of Lycan's grasp by kicking its hoof again into Lycan's chest, but the grip on its back didn't change and finally the deer collapsed on the ground.
As soon as he knew the deer had fallen, Lycan released his grip on it's back and when round it body to give it a strong bite around the neck. He pressed his jaws harder down around the deer's neck until he felt a snap feeling in his mouth to indicate the deer's snapped neck. Lycan stood still, he legs shaking from the aching chase, his chest wheezing from the deer's attacks and his lower jaw hanging down, resting from the tight clamp around the deer back. Once he caught enough breath back he grasped the corpse and dragged it into a nearby bush. Lycan lowered his body; head stuck in the bush, and began to eat his success.
After he had clean the corpse to his limit, Lycan slumped towards a pile of leaves that would be suitable enough, he grabbed a clump of leaves and moved toward the leftover meat of the cold corpse as scattered the leaves and dirt over the body until the smell of raw meat was covered. After he was sure the smell was masked, he returned to the leaf pile and rolled himself a few times to cover up his scent as well. Once he had become tired of rolling, he didn't choose to move, but to just lay in the leaves and rest.
The hunt had started on uneven terms, the small herd of deer Lycan was hunting were on the top of a steep bank, most of the deer had fled before Lycan had made it to the top and only the weaker had remained dazed by the sudden rush of herd members. Lycan quickly chose the largest of the remaining deer and began the chase for his kill.
Lycan could sense the tempo of the deer's beating hoofs slow down, the length of the chase wasn't only affecting Lycan, and he could soon see more detail of the deer he was chasing as he gradually got closer. He had chosen an older member of the herd, he could tell this from the rough short fur and scars on the deer's hide to show his fair share of chases. 'Let's hope this chase is your last.' Lycan panted to himself as he grew closer and closer to the deer.
Once he had got about ten feet away from the deer, Lycan had felt a sudden urge to pounce a large leap towards the deer's back, his desperate hunger controlled his actions as he dug his claws deep into the ground and with a strong pull of his front legs he catapulted towards the deer's back. This was a large mistake, for the deer was still kicking it hoof back to run away, as Lycan's fangs met the deer's back and he clamped his jaws around a large piece of flesh, the deer's back hoof kicked hard into Lycan's chest, make him whine loudly in pain but he remain his grip on the deer back. As the deer slowed from the weight of Lycan pulling it down, Lycan was able to push his back legs off of the ground and scratch at the deer's legs to slow it down further. The deer made one last attempt to relieve itself of Lycan's grasp by kicking its hoof again into Lycan's chest, but the grip on its back didn't change and finally the deer collapsed on the ground.
As soon as he knew the deer had fallen, Lycan released his grip on it's back and when round it body to give it a strong bite around the neck. He pressed his jaws harder down around the deer's neck until he felt a snap feeling in his mouth to indicate the deer's snapped neck. Lycan stood still, he legs shaking from the aching chase, his chest wheezing from the deer's attacks and his lower jaw hanging down, resting from the tight clamp around the deer back. Once he caught enough breath back he grasped the corpse and dragged it into a nearby bush. Lycan lowered his body; head stuck in the bush, and began to eat his success.
After he had clean the corpse to his limit, Lycan slumped towards a pile of leaves that would be suitable enough, he grabbed a clump of leaves and moved toward the leftover meat of the cold corpse as scattered the leaves and dirt over the body until the smell of raw meat was covered. After he was sure the smell was masked, he returned to the leaf pile and rolled himself a few times to cover up his scent as well. Once he had become tired of rolling, he didn't choose to move, but to just lay in the leaves and rest.