The Hunter (434 hits)
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Submitted by digsy (View user info) at 2004-06-24 20:51:28 EDT
The land lay dormant. Silent. The Hunters eyes scanned the terrain, his eyes converging on the contours of the ever familiar shapes. Moving forward cautiously, he bowed his head to avoid brushing the feathered foliage, and exposing his position.
His target lay approximately 35 metres away, behind the large wooden structure, which was littered with oak leaves; it's rough texture providing a break from the flowing greens of the meadow. He raised his tempo, his slow creep now raising to a light, but still cautious canter.
His feet pattered on fallen leaves, the staccato of their sound startling some nearby birds which flew northwards. Aware of his presence, they would go on to alert any nearby comrades of his position, lest he should catch them by suprise. Was this the end? Was his target startled?
Either way, it was too late to turn back now. Only 20 metres away, his canter once more slowed to a creep. He raised his head over a nearby mound and pondered upon his approach. Should he circle his target? Create the feeling of entrapment by running in rings, and create confusion? This tactic had been used before, and had yielded 100% success.
No he thought. The conditions were prime for a straight on charge. The open ground would allow him to build up his speed and by the time his target realised what was happening it would be too late. It was always too late. He was too quick. The targets never escaped once they had been consumed by the Hunter's love for the chase.
He leaped over the mound, his legs flurrying into a blur. Faster and faster he ran. His speed carried him over the bumpy ground, his body a vessell for the hunt, which consumed him. The wooden structure now towered above him, just 3 metres away. His feet hit the ground hard and flat, causing his body to skid slightly on the barren soil and patched grass at the base of the structure. He came to a stop, with his nose almost touching the side of the aged, wooden surface.
Jake cocked his leg, sprayed, and then proceeded to take a huge shit by the base of the withered oak tree.
User Reviews
Submitted by misanthrope (user info) at 2004-06-25 02:29:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Great
Submitted by Dashel (user info) at 2004-06-25 01:30:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I wondered about the canter...but I was fooled until the end.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-06-24 21:14:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Heh.
Submitted by Spiral_Abraxis (user info) at 2004-06-24 20:59:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
hahahahaha
Submitted by GodLovesALittleLovin (user info) at 2004-06-24 20:56:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Didn't see that coming. Good mislead.