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The sumptously coloured flora which greeted Achilles as he arrived at the edge of The Poison Dance did not fool him into a dreamy trance as he admired its beauty, as it had when he had first seen it. He remembered that time clearly. He only had to part his fur and look at the thin scar decorating his rump to recall the dangers of the area.
The scar had been given to him by a male lion, running him away from his pride and hunting grounds. Achilles had been a young, unexperienced wolf then, but he had been smaller and lighter on his feet. He outran the big cat easily enough, but did not manage to escape receiving his little souvenier.
Now, however, Aki was more wary. He did not hunt often in this area - not many wolves did - prefering the comparitive safety of the Sunset Thrill. But every now and then, on a sudden urge, or filled with the desire to challenge himself, he would find himself stalking silently through the bright foliage. He did this now, slipping with surprising grace into a crouch and prowling forward, paws placed carefully, toes splayed to provide balance and to spread his weight more evenly.
Charcoal and chocolate ears were pressed forward, straining for sounds of an approaching predator, larger than himself. His nose, meanwhile, was twitching constantly, brushing the floor every now and then as he searched for a fresh scent which he could follow to an edible animal.
Finally, after passing with haste two disturbing, but thankfully stale, scents - one of a lioness, one of a bear - Achilles picked up a more hopeful one. After a quick analysis, he decided it was a gazelle. The odds seemed to be on his side, for the herbivore was obviously young and a female. A fully grown male would be difficult to take down alone, although perhaps not impossible for those very experienced in the arts of hunting.
Achilles altered his course, following the scent almost single mindedly, although still keeping an ear out for lions and tigers and bears (oh my!). It grew stronger and stronger, and soon Aki no longer had to burrow his nose in the ground. He could follow it through the air. The source was nearby.
Once again, luck seemed to be on his side, for the wind was blowing in his face, and therefore blowing his rich scent, along with any sound he might make, away from his victim. He could see her clearly now, not twenty feet ahead of him, partly concealed by a clump of foliage. Her head was visible, peeking over the top of the bright bush, supported by a graceful, tan neck. Her brown eyes were searching the area for signs of danger, but, thankfully, she didn't seem to see Achilles - who had flattened himself against the floor - as her head soon disapeared from view, lowered to the ground where she began to crop the deadly undergrowth.
Her senses dulled by the poison she was ignorantly digesting, she didn't notice Achilles finally approach, his movements calculated and precise. His odd eyes focused on the ground, making sure he didn't misplace his paw and crack a brittle twig, or something of the sort. Every now and then he would glance up at his potential kill, now only visible as patches of fawn, seen through a wall of leaves. Achilles was excited, and his eyes reflected this, although it was only really clear in the paler, green orb - the blue one was too deep and dark to detect emotions in.
The doe's scent filled his nostrils now; she was but five feet away. Achilles licked his chops quietly, quivering with supressed excitement. His muscles were springs, coiled and desperate to be released, as he lowered himself slowly into a crouch, eyes blazing, adrenaline pumping through his veins.
Achilles leapt, losing the cover of the bright foliage, flying towards the doe. He hit his target before she had time to really register his presence, and his sudden weight caused her to topple to the ground. Achilles was at her throat almost instantly, clamping his jaws around her wind pipe until she ceased to breath. He stepped back from the doe for a minute, quivering violently, tail shaking madly at his rump. His eyes were wide, a grin spread across his maw. Never had a hunt at Poison Dance been so easy! so uneventful!
Perhaps today really is my lucky d- Achilles happy thoughts were cut off abruptly by a sudden below behind him, he turned sharply, and was startled, to say the least, to find a massive black bear rearing behind him, jaws agape, eyes wide. Achilles whimpered, then fell into a crouch, pressing his muzzle protecively against his throat, hackles standing on end. The bear bellowed again, then fell heavily to all fours and began to circle Achilles, who turned on the spot, keeping his eyes on the huge carnivore.
Achilles was analysing his situation carefully the whole time the bear circled him. He couldn't fight it (obviously) but he didn't want to leave his prey, for, now that he had tasted blood, his stomach growled hungrily, and he knew he would be uncomfortable until he managed to eat. A hasty plan formed in his head as he mulled over these two dilemmas, just as the bear reached its former position and began to advance on him, teeth gnashing, eyes bright and angry. Achilles sank lower into his crouch, eyes wide, and began to back up, keeping the distance between himself and the bear from decreasing too rapidly. He was heading towards his kill, and soon he was practically on top of it. The bear, who had finally clicked, gave an angry grunt and bounded forwards. Achilles turned sharply and ripped a chunk of meat from the carcass, then leapt neatly over the fallen doe.
Achilles landed heavily and scrambled onwards, just as the bear's massive claws tore great holes in the dead gazelle's side with a heavy blow that had been aimed at Aki. The creature did not give chase, however. It seemed to be satisfied with its meal, despite the fact that it was lacking a large chunk of shoulder meat, and simply began to dig in.
Achilles, meanwhile, had adopted a smooth, swift gait. The meat dangled from his jaws, and blood crept up his muzzle, staining the dark fur several shades darker. Delicious juices spurted from the meat, aromatic smells clogging up his senses, causing his mouth to water hungrily. Aki increased his pace, soaring over any obstacles that rose in his path as he sought a safer place to devour his prize, however small.
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-A.c.h.i.l.l.e.s-
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