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10-31-2012, 08:23 AM
"Fucking hell."
Annoyed at the retreat of her kill, the filly swiftly picks up the spear again, sneezing as a mouthful of sand came with it. Tail lashed at her sides, the dark tips stirring even more sand as it did so. But the grumpy badger was gone, she would have to find something else. The smell of death that permeated from her kills had attracted something else, something far more cunning, and carnivorous than what she had been hunting. The pale figure of a fox looming near her kills saw her react by swiftly flying towards them again, and swooping at it angrily, with hard hooves striking out at it first, then the spear being thrust, but not thrown at it several times. Perhaps this hunter would become hunted, and her next kill.
please do not feel pressured into mirroring the length of any of my posts
I write what I feel at the time
and hope everyone else does the same c:
