(ooc: look! I am posting...finally....)
Vaalm stirred on his bed of leaves and hay; a familiar feeling had started to tug at him: hunger. Opening one set of eyes he looked to see the interior of his cave nearly completely flooded with orange/red light: the sun was setting and night will soon follow.
Opening the other two sets of eyes, Vaalm yawned and stretched, shaking away the sleepiness and rising to his feet. After shaking himself off he sat down on this hunches and watched as the red glow in his cave fade and darken, and finally nothing but darkness.
With a faint chuckle, Vaalm hopped down from the ledge where his bed lay and into the still present water from the afternoon tide. He waded out into the water, keeping all of his body submerged save for his head. He decided to check the docks first; it would be easy to make it look like a victim had accidentally fallen off and drowned.
As he swam he stayed close to the shore and stayed alert, for you never know when a sea rex might try to make a meal out of you, and in no time he reached the docks. There was sparse lighting, not that he needed it to see, and not many around, none he could easily take that is.
Then he spied a lone fisherman at the edge of one of the docks, an older looking mudokon apparently doing some late night fishing. Vaalm smiled and made his way toward him, his dark body nearly impossible to see in the darkness of the night and in the semi-murky water, soon he was directly underneath the mudokon and he could hear him humming along oblivious to the danger right under him.
“Darn fish just aren’t biting tonight.” Vaalm heard him mutter.
Well…you are about to catch…’The big one’ Vaalm thought with a faint chuckle. Carefully looking, he spied the fisherman’s line dangling a few feet away. With a smirk he moved toward it and grabbed a hold of it, giving it a good tug.
“Hoi! Finally! A bite!” he heard the mud say and he felt the counter tug of the mud trying to ‘reel him in’.
Mentally laughing, Vaalm wrapped the line around his paw a couple of times to give him a better grip; then proceeded to play ‘tug-a-war’ with the mudokon. Soon he got bored with the game, so he swam out from the dock, still holding onto the line and grabbed ahold of a rock under the water. Then with a final good strong pull, he pulled the mudokon into the water with him. He watched with amusement for a moment as the mudokon coughed and sputtered, looking confused. Then the mudokon saw his head sticking out of the water, the moonlight reflecting off of Vaalm’s eyes like six small mirrors, and terror filled the mudokons face.
“Slip off? What a pity…” Vaalm said softy, then, using the rock to propel himself, lunged at the mudokon. The mud only screamed briefly as he found himself suddenly underwater, Vaalm pinning him with his size and strength. Holding the mud down with one paw, he lifted up one of the mudokon’s legs and bit into his thigh, hitting the major artery there. Vaalm proceeded to drain the mud, relishing the fear and panic the mud was going through, the mudokon’s struggles didn’t faze him in the least.
The mudokons struggles started to get weaker and weaker, then finally stopped altogether. By then Vaalm had his fill, and let go of the mud, letting the current take the limp body. Satisfied, Vaalm swam back to his cave, to sleep some more…
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). And call for the medic teams...there are most likely wounded by now."
