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Kianzo
Stars hide your fires. Let not light see my black and deep desires.
His attention quickly shifted from the rocky, pebbled beach at his feet to the elder’s scarred face. He would have continued watching the lanky stallion for the entirety of their prowl towards the unsuspecting seals, but the ground was too uneven for him blindly trust his knobby legs. His hyena companion, however, with her over-large paws made easy work of the craggy beach, bounding onward with excitement. His ears flute forward as he says his name, “Hasovir.” The name has an ominous sound, with it’s slightly hissing ’s’ and sharp ‘v.’ The colt likes it, nodding slightly to himself in approval.
”I have hunted plenty of creatures and this… should be an easy game.” Kianzo’s bright blue gaze lighted with renewed focus and interest as the older stallion spoke of hunting as a game. This was a game the dark prince could play; not like the trivial pursuits and hiding of other foals. No, this was hunting, a game worth playing. Again, the colt nodded to himself as the stallion confirmed that he was from Dorobo—and he silently made note to ask him of the place. But that would be for after they had caught his cub’s meal.
And suddenly they were there, at the source of the raucous calls. The seals’ sleek, torpedo-shaped bodies stretched as one moving mass on the rocks; though a few noticed their approach and slipped beneath the waves. Bright blue gaze stared avidly at the scene, nostrils flaring to take in the uniquely fishy stench. But an ear remained trained on Hasovir the entire time, listening to his deep voice talk. His gaze bounced from the males, to the females, and finally to the young in turn as his instructor spoke. He clung to the words, not missing a single drop of information.
And he followed him, as did his pup. Though she hung back at Kianzo’s mental command to do so—Hasovir had said the whole colony would flee at the sight of her. At the mention of the seal’s sharp teeth, his attention flicked towards his teacher, searching his face for any hints or morsels of information, before glancing to his hyena cub. He sent mental images of sharp teeth, impressing them so firmly in her mind that she quietly (painfully) yipped once, her round ears splaying flush with her striped skull in annoyance. And, satisfied, the colt nodded firmly (to both himself and his newfound guide), “I am ready.” The words were said quietly, not timidly, as the colt was already moving towards the seals. He was too eager to wait for the plains-borne stallion to begin his distraction before starting his own hunt.
His approach was quiet at first, moving as stealthily as a colt can on uneven rocks. His cub had more grace with her paws, though she hung back and wove through the large rocks to hide her striped body, as Hasovir had instructed. His eyes left his prey (a particularly large and fat babe that basked in the sun on a small cluster of rocks) only twice; once to watch Hasovir and once to glance towards the pregnant, watchful mothers. He did not look to his companion, for he naturally felt her presence through their bond (a perk of bonding so early in life).
And all went according to plan, the colt was natural with his prowl and murderous intent, until his hyena cub skirted too close to a small, newborn pup (it just smelled too delicious to the young, hungry cub). It barked once in alarm—but the damagee was done. A cacophony of barks, growls, and roars rose from the rocks.
Kianzo’s eyes darted around once, seeing many pregnant mothers flee into the water. But the males—the colt did not glance to them, for his attention returned back to his prey. His cub was too far away to kill the pup he had chosen… but he was not. Silently, but euphorically (and with entire disregard to the encroaching calves and bulls), the dark prince reared and struck with his small, but shark, black hooves.
Blood spilled on the rock, leaking out of the pup’s torn, rubbery skin. But there was no noise, for the colt had crushed his skull—a single, fatal blow. Only now, with his prey killed, did he look up at the incoming, angry bull seal. “Hasovir?” His call was wary, but not outright afraid.
Not yet, anyway.
”I have hunted plenty of creatures and this… should be an easy game.” Kianzo’s bright blue gaze lighted with renewed focus and interest as the older stallion spoke of hunting as a game. This was a game the dark prince could play; not like the trivial pursuits and hiding of other foals. No, this was hunting, a game worth playing. Again, the colt nodded to himself as the stallion confirmed that he was from Dorobo—and he silently made note to ask him of the place. But that would be for after they had caught his cub’s meal.
And suddenly they were there, at the source of the raucous calls. The seals’ sleek, torpedo-shaped bodies stretched as one moving mass on the rocks; though a few noticed their approach and slipped beneath the waves. Bright blue gaze stared avidly at the scene, nostrils flaring to take in the uniquely fishy stench. But an ear remained trained on Hasovir the entire time, listening to his deep voice talk. His gaze bounced from the males, to the females, and finally to the young in turn as his instructor spoke. He clung to the words, not missing a single drop of information.
And he followed him, as did his pup. Though she hung back at Kianzo’s mental command to do so—Hasovir had said the whole colony would flee at the sight of her. At the mention of the seal’s sharp teeth, his attention flicked towards his teacher, searching his face for any hints or morsels of information, before glancing to his hyena cub. He sent mental images of sharp teeth, impressing them so firmly in her mind that she quietly (painfully) yipped once, her round ears splaying flush with her striped skull in annoyance. And, satisfied, the colt nodded firmly (to both himself and his newfound guide), “I am ready.” The words were said quietly, not timidly, as the colt was already moving towards the seals. He was too eager to wait for the plains-borne stallion to begin his distraction before starting his own hunt.
His approach was quiet at first, moving as stealthily as a colt can on uneven rocks. His cub had more grace with her paws, though she hung back and wove through the large rocks to hide her striped body, as Hasovir had instructed. His eyes left his prey (a particularly large and fat babe that basked in the sun on a small cluster of rocks) only twice; once to watch Hasovir and once to glance towards the pregnant, watchful mothers. He did not look to his companion, for he naturally felt her presence through their bond (a perk of bonding so early in life).
And all went according to plan, the colt was natural with his prowl and murderous intent, until his hyena cub skirted too close to a small, newborn pup (it just smelled too delicious to the young, hungry cub). It barked once in alarm—but the damagee was done. A cacophony of barks, growls, and roars rose from the rocks.
Kianzo’s eyes darted around once, seeing many pregnant mothers flee into the water. But the males—the colt did not glance to them, for his attention returned back to his prey. His cub was too far away to kill the pup he had chosen… but he was not. Silently, but euphorically (and with entire disregard to the encroaching calves and bulls), the dark prince reared and struck with his small, but shark, black hooves.
Blood spilled on the rock, leaking out of the pup’s torn, rubbery skin. But there was no noise, for the colt had crushed his skull—a single, fatal blow. Only now, with his prey killed, did he look up at the incoming, angry bull seal. “Hasovir?” His call was wary, but not outright afraid.
Not yet, anyway.
@Hasovir I"M THE WORST I'M SORRY
I'd love to continue this thread, but if it's too old then we can end it ;-;
summary: Zo listens to Haso's instructions, then he and his cub sneak up on a baby seal. BUT his cub gets too close and the seals raise the alarm, so Zo quickly kills his baby seal and now is facing down a big, angry bull seal D:
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