Pyke...
Injin was getting tired and hungry. It had been 2 days since he last attempt to capture him. That is when he fell. As he staggered he fell against a tree and rested. Clutching his arm close to his chest. A breathed heavily and realised he needed medical attention if he was to be able to carry on, his arm was going infected and he was attracting flies. Which in a way made a constant food source, but theres only so many flies one creature can eat until you want something more...chunky, fleshy and generally bigger. He licked his lips and smelled the air. There had to be something injured in his vicinity. He smelled to the south and to the west...nothing. A low growl erupted from his stomach...and he realised he was going to die with out a decent amount of food. While he struggled to stand to his feet a gentle breeze circled around him, carrying a smell of blood. The smell invaded his nostrils and coaxed him towards it. He suddenly felt entwined by it and his stomach growled more, realising there was food around. His green eyes dilated and then focused...looking around to see if he could see his prey. He padded forward slowly, trying to judge the distance of the creature. His tongue tasted the air...
"At least half a mile and increasing" he thought to himself. This gave him the info that the creature was injured and mobile. A low growl came from his throat and he gave a sudden burst of speed. Arching his back and stretching out his tail like a Raptor. the pain in his arm suddenly died down as he came closer to the prey. Sniffing the air with each step he took. Decoding the smell. It was a large animal...big, muscly...possibly...yes, definate male. Moving to the right...he changed courses and pursude his prey. Weaving in and out of the tree's that blocked his way continuesly. Sometimes having to jump a log. Then he saw...the Slig. He had seen Sligs before, this was when he was a child. A hunting party of Sligs had come to the forest looking for Natives and other things they could shoot or exploit. He had watched as his bretheren tore them apart and toyed with them. Beating them with another Sligs limb...slowly eating them from the tail upwards. It had been easy, for they were small Sligs...barely capable of killing a Scrab without a decent assault weapon. Were as this creature he was approaching was massive. Its muscles could be seen from a fair distance. But his concentration wandered and he saw what was making the unconcious creature move. 3 Mudokons were dragging the heavy creature towards a small village. As more gathered to help the 3 Injin realised his chances of getting the creature in his state was close to impossible. But then he saw a creature in the distance...his eyes focused and zoomed in closer. Drool hung from his lower canine and then dropped to the floor. The creature was grey. And small stitches lined its eye lids. And by the way other Mudokons were acting around it...Injin could swear it was incapable of seeing. A smirk crossed Injins exhausted snout. His head got flooded with idea's...and his eyes focused. A low pleasent growl purred gently in his throat as he slowly skulked away into the distance...not straying to far away from the village.
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