Post by jiminiminy on Jun 6, 2008 21:48:46 GMT -5
Siscarm stared blearily through the abnormally thick foliage. The leaves, large as they were, had made tracking anything near impossible, but after traveling for what must have been a week, he had arrived at what seemed to be a flowing ocean. Tasting the water, he'd found out that it was fresh, and thus, he was at a massive river, miles from side to side. As he'd encountered no other bodies of water, this seemed to be the closest one, and now all he had to do was wait.
And wait he did, rather uncomfortably crouched in the bushes that's massive leaves concealed him from any but the most watchful eyes. Even so, the plant was small, and he found himself squished into a position that didn't seem to suit his bodily abilities.
Coughing slightly, Siscarm watched idly as a few of an unknown varity of bug pokemon skittered over the water. Nothing was happening! Even with his large amounts of patience, it had been at least two hours, and nothing sutable for tribal sustinance had crossed his path.
He was considering returning in defeat when Siscarm spotted a dash of brown against the endless greens and blues that graced his immeadiate area. Narrowing his eyes, he strained himself to spot two or three pokemon, perhaps large Stantler or small Tauros, that had stopped to drink about 400 meters farther down the river. With all the large numbers and theories, Siscarm was happy to find a figure that he could wrap his head around.
As he had days before, Siscarm began to dart and weave through the bushes, as silently as if he were floating above the objects that littered the forest floor. Preforming the same technique that he had against the warlord, Siscarm found the act of sneaking up on his unwitting prey extremely easy, like sneaking up on rocks.
The distance became less and less, going from 100 meters, to 50 meters, to 15 meters, five, then finally to two meters apart. He calmly observed the Stantler, for that's what they were, as the three of them unwittingly took long gulps from the flowing river. Their necks were extended, almost anticipating the kill that was to be delt upon them. It was almost unreal how easy it was to be, and Siscarm vaguly hoped that the wasn't only dreaming.
Siscarm leaped out of the foliage that was covering him, his teeth bared in a silent grimace of bloodlust. The Stanler began to turn, but only two were able to escape his grasp, one falling immeadiate prey to the members of the refugee tribe. His teeth found their mark, sinking into the unprotected neck tissue. His jaws tore through muscle and veins, coming to a stop when he felt the familar sensation of the Internal Jugular being severed. The Stantler's frantic movements almost immeadiatly stopped, it's body slowly slumped to the ground, giving Siscarm a feeling of satasfaction.
Gazing down at the corpse that he created, the Absol now slightly wished that he had brought a companion on his little hunting venture. The Stantler that he'd managed to down was larger than he, likely larger than Luftallah even. Sighing, Siscarm knew he had a long travel ahead of him. Latching his jaws on the right hind leg of the deer pokemon, Siscarm began to pull it away from its two companions, who were watching from a good distance away. He wanted out of there before those bug pokemon came back, wanting to take a share of his kill.
ooc: Sorry about the wait, my brother came back and he's sort of addicted to Facebook. I haven't gotten the computer in a while.
And wait he did, rather uncomfortably crouched in the bushes that's massive leaves concealed him from any but the most watchful eyes. Even so, the plant was small, and he found himself squished into a position that didn't seem to suit his bodily abilities.
Coughing slightly, Siscarm watched idly as a few of an unknown varity of bug pokemon skittered over the water. Nothing was happening! Even with his large amounts of patience, it had been at least two hours, and nothing sutable for tribal sustinance had crossed his path.
He was considering returning in defeat when Siscarm spotted a dash of brown against the endless greens and blues that graced his immeadiate area. Narrowing his eyes, he strained himself to spot two or three pokemon, perhaps large Stantler or small Tauros, that had stopped to drink about 400 meters farther down the river. With all the large numbers and theories, Siscarm was happy to find a figure that he could wrap his head around.
As he had days before, Siscarm began to dart and weave through the bushes, as silently as if he were floating above the objects that littered the forest floor. Preforming the same technique that he had against the warlord, Siscarm found the act of sneaking up on his unwitting prey extremely easy, like sneaking up on rocks.
The distance became less and less, going from 100 meters, to 50 meters, to 15 meters, five, then finally to two meters apart. He calmly observed the Stantler, for that's what they were, as the three of them unwittingly took long gulps from the flowing river. Their necks were extended, almost anticipating the kill that was to be delt upon them. It was almost unreal how easy it was to be, and Siscarm vaguly hoped that the wasn't only dreaming.
Siscarm leaped out of the foliage that was covering him, his teeth bared in a silent grimace of bloodlust. The Stanler began to turn, but only two were able to escape his grasp, one falling immeadiate prey to the members of the refugee tribe. His teeth found their mark, sinking into the unprotected neck tissue. His jaws tore through muscle and veins, coming to a stop when he felt the familar sensation of the Internal Jugular being severed. The Stantler's frantic movements almost immeadiatly stopped, it's body slowly slumped to the ground, giving Siscarm a feeling of satasfaction.
Gazing down at the corpse that he created, the Absol now slightly wished that he had brought a companion on his little hunting venture. The Stantler that he'd managed to down was larger than he, likely larger than Luftallah even. Sighing, Siscarm knew he had a long travel ahead of him. Latching his jaws on the right hind leg of the deer pokemon, Siscarm began to pull it away from its two companions, who were watching from a good distance away. He wanted out of there before those bug pokemon came back, wanting to take a share of his kill.
ooc: Sorry about the wait, my brother came back and he's sort of addicted to Facebook. I haven't gotten the computer in a while.
