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Fiction A Hunter Through the Jungle

Discussion in 'Fluff and Stories' started by The Sauric Ace, May 1, 2015.

  1. The Sauric Ace
    Salamander

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    He walked through the jungle with heavy steps. His massive weight made the ground thunder as he came moving passed. It wasn't that he was in a hurry, his right arm had been injured in a resent fight; a large wound, which was beginning to heal. Whether or not it would heal and be fresh as ever before or if it eventually would spread a sickness in his body, ending his life, was still uncertain.

    Not fully grown he stood only trice the size of a warm-blooded man, but his powerful jaws, sickle shaped sharp claws and predatorily instinct, still made him a formidable hunter. He would lurk in the bushes watch his prey for long, until he found a moment of chance where he could lunge into a burst of speed and jump out of his hiding, grapping and tearing his natural weapons into his unlucky prey.

    This was not one such day. He needed rest for his wound to heal; and such his marched had been for the nearby river. He had been capable of hearing its fast running waters for a miles walk by now, despite the many sounds and cries of the forest. The river had only become louder and was about to outcry every other sounds around him.

    A small band of lesser and agile browser came passing by him, they were perhaps unnoticed of him or maybe that they had understood his demeanor of the moment, not thought him a treat for the time being. His wound had coagulated so that no blood was dripping from it any more. Though he knew that other creatures still were capable of sensing his weakness and thus his alertness had been on all high for the entire trip. The reason for his slow walk was so not of weakness, but for awareness; his slight movement had given him an edge when sensing his surroundings. His keen eyes had been noticing every small and minor shift and action in the dense vegetation, he had been smelling the wind for any change and hearing for any other sound beside the fast river.

    With a swift move of his good arm he ripped through the vegetation in front of him and now he stood with his heavy feet on the banks of the river. To the right of him a large waterfall was out crying most other sounds, despite heavy competition from four flying leather-winged creatures, screaming ad each other as the dived into the waterfall to catch fish flying down the streaming waters.

    As he moved his head down toward the water for a drink he also noticed the many fish swimming along the stream. The river was quite clear and despite the fast water much of the life underneath was visible to him. The sunlight went through quite clearly this day, no tall trees hold the sun abay; three big and bulky browsers could be seen using this on the other side of the shore, basking in the sun light.

    Even if he wanted and could get over the river, these creatures would not be easy prey. For they were so heavily plated that he could never get passed their tough and powerful scales with his not fully, though still impressive bite. They had also a bludgeon at the end of their tail, made by similar heavy plating as their natural heavy armor and such a hit from one of these would very likely crushed his leg and ends his day as a hunter.

    So his mind wandered back to the river. It was a nice refreshing feeling, getting the cold river water down his throat. After a few more sips his attention turned to the many creatures underneath the water. He took a step into the river and now stood with his legs half immersed into the running river. The water was splashing at his knees, not enough to throw him of ground, but enough so that he needed to plant his claws well into the sand, mud and rocks that made up the footing of the river.

    He took his time, watching the fish flow by him, with a sudden twitch his long S-shaped neck came into full length and his mouth took a bit into the water, but without a catch. He attempted a second time, almost catching a rather large bronze colored fish, however the slippery scales of the fish made it too difficult for him to keep hold of the thing and it slipped through his jaws. Same thing happened a couple of times over, until he finally got a technique for holding the slippery river fish tight and caught his first meal of the day. After a couple of fish, he suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the jungle. It was clash of something unfamiliar to him and his young mind made him curious to what this could be.

    So he stepped out of the river, carefully moving into the jungle again; feeling much better, but still on a lookout for anything. He was sneaking ever so slightly through the bushes now, so much so that his heavy feet could now barely be heard, so too had his breath gone down a notch and his body was now in complete hunting position. His long tail was completely stiff for balance and his neck was turn in such an angle that would allow for him both great inspection of the surroundings and a quick, agile and deadly bite.

    The jungle became closer again as he was sneaking through and closer to the odd sounds of clashing materials. He could now also hear weird and foreign screams, whether joyful or frightened he could not tell, for they were so alien to him that the these sounds of the creatures agenda was clouded in mystery. But a curious cold-blooded hunter, is not scared off by any alien screams.

    From a distance he was beginning to see the scenario that had allured him, it was oddly shaped creatures. They had plates which were shinning yet not of any natural or familiar kind. Some had more of these shinning scales and others less, revealing a pink to leathery color of skin underneath. He could smell that they were warm-blooded, and they were fighting; the warm-blooded creatures scent was more than vividly in the air by now and they had not even noticed his present.

    They were clashing long sharp sticks at each other. On the one side was about a dozen of fighters clad in this odd plating, it was black, though still shinning. Some of them had horns on their heavy plating of their heads and other did not. However the largest one of them seemed to have the most impressive horns as well and he was cutting down multiple of the other warm-blooded; which he seemed to have made a habit of. Around him was a pile of fallen warm-blooded, these men had slightly lesser plating, but the white made them shine even more through the jungle. They were more slender than the black ones and they seemed to be of different kind despite the very similar body structure; they seemed faster more agile than the black ones. It was however the black ones, with their larger sticks and big horns that was plowing through the white warm-blooded.

    The fight went on for some moments more, has he moved closer and closer. The bigger one of the black plated warm-blooded, were about to make a final cut toward a white one, whom had made up the biggest challenge so far, as he jumped out of his hiding and stomped through their ranks. He crushed two of the black ones as he came running passed them and with a quick move of his neck his jaw took hold of the biggest of them and ate him in one bite. The plating was weird and tasted a bit like blood, but in an odd manor. He decided to spite the remains out and made a loud roar. This made every remaining warm-blooded shiver, they dropped their shinning sharp sticks and ran in every direction of the jungle.

    He was feasting in warm-blooded for the remaining of the day, whether or not he would heal properly was still uncertain. But for now, he was fine.


    (Hopefully, something you could find entertaining; Best Regards The Sauric Ace)
     
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  2. ASSASSIN_NR_1
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    ROAR!
    An enjoyable read.
    It shows how deadly even a young Carnosaur can be, and I really like how the story was told through the eyes of the Carnosaur.
    And those pesky warmbloods pissed their pants and turned tail.
     
  3. The Sauric Ace
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    Thanks Mate, had the Idea for a while, just needed the time of to write it ;-)
     
  4. spawning of Bob
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    Noice!

    You described the young hunter to perfection and then improved on that, describing how he uses his neck posture to launch bites, how he modifies his gait for stealth, what chaos armour tastes like etc.

    I also like how even a carnosaur needs to be careful about becoming a snack (although it seems he was safe "they had understood his demeanor of the moment, not thought him a treat for the time being")

    Here, have a Textizard Carnosaur.

    .....________________
    ..../o.o................/OVO\.\
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    ...|/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/.............................\_
    ...\_____________......................\__
    ..............................\...........................\___
    ....................______\...............___.............\___
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    ...................VVV........|.............VVV..........................\__
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  5. The Sauric Ace
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    .________________
    ..../o.o................/OVO\.\
    ...|...................................\
    ...|/\/\/\/\/\/\/\.......................|_
    ...................|........................\_
    ...|/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/.............................\_
    ...\_____________......................\__
    ..............................\...........................\___
    ....................______\...............___.............\___
    ...................|......|___|..............[......]....................\__
    ...................VVV........|.............VVV..........................\__
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    This is Brilliant, Bob ;-)

    And Thanks!
     
  6. discomute
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    Nice read, I like the concept
     
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    Yes, @discomute , Textizards are gradually coming to be accepted by the mainstream art community and... oh wait...did you mean the carnosaur story?

    That was OK, too.
     
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    Textizards are the new thing, there is no denying it ;)
     
  9. Scalenex
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    Textlizards are the current fad, but the classics never go at style.

    Classics like paragraph spacing. HINT! HINT!
     
  10. The Sauric Ace
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    Edited some spacing into the text, after finally getting your point :confused:
    It's a little embarrassing that there should go half a week before I got it ;) Man sometimes feathered critters can be much slower than undead skinks, I suppose it's a flaw we warm-blooded living souls faces with our inferior internal system.
     

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