Green Labyrinth
08-25-2017, 12:07 AM
Success. The predator’s tongue was already slicing out of its mouth, eagerly tasting whatever flesh it could blindly find as its prey fell limply beneath its crushing claws that opened a gash in his prey. The moment he felt the warm flesh hit the ground, his round jaws were there; pinning his meal against the Labyrinth’s soft earth as razor-sharp teeth eagerly cored out a chunk of flesh from his quarry—
But then it was gone; his feast disappeared in a flurry of feathers. The beast grunted and spun blindly, cunning ambush predator now losing his advantage over the prey. However, both his grunts and his flailing were cut of by a choking noise as the core of the filly’s flesh suddenly lodged in his throat, not yet swallowed amidst the excitement of the hunt.
Gagging and retching the great beast expelled the cylindrical piece of flesh from his long snout, and it lay gleaming and red against the lush grass. Now entirely losing sense of his prey, he became still, claws undulating in irritated hunger. HIs sightless skull twitched as smoke enveloped it, though it didn’t truly have an effect on the beast. Instead, his attention ricocheted between the trilling filly and tittering owl above him.
Again, with movements faster than what seemed possibly for such a large and lumbering creature, the Magnus Metus’ crushing claws were once again swiping through the air. Despite his blindness, his slashes followed eerily close to the owl’s flight.
However, this was no longer the predator’s game. He hunted in ambush; his blindness and large body were not meant to chase flying prey. Already, one could see his massive shoulders and thick neck leaning towards the dark shadows from where he had leapt.
But then it was gone; his feast disappeared in a flurry of feathers. The beast grunted and spun blindly, cunning ambush predator now losing his advantage over the prey. However, both his grunts and his flailing were cut of by a choking noise as the core of the filly’s flesh suddenly lodged in his throat, not yet swallowed amidst the excitement of the hunt.
Gagging and retching the great beast expelled the cylindrical piece of flesh from his long snout, and it lay gleaming and red against the lush grass. Now entirely losing sense of his prey, he became still, claws undulating in irritated hunger. HIs sightless skull twitched as smoke enveloped it, though it didn’t truly have an effect on the beast. Instead, his attention ricocheted between the trilling filly and tittering owl above him.
Again, with movements faster than what seemed possibly for such a large and lumbering creature, the Magnus Metus’ crushing claws were once again swiping through the air. Despite his blindness, his slashes followed eerily close to the owl’s flight.
However, this was no longer the predator’s game. He hunted in ambush; his blindness and large body were not meant to chase flying prey. Already, one could see his massive shoulders and thick neck leaning towards the dark shadows from where he had leapt.
the Rift
life between worlds
life between worlds
@Otem Oh dear, it seems like the Magnus Metus took a big ol' chunk of flesh out of you! D:
(Also, lirl at "magnamite mangoose" )
