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Pretty Boy liked to think of himself as a fine specimen. He was tall, strong, relatively young, with a finely colored coat. Yet as he strode into a small village he had really no intention of anything but trading his work for a chicken or two. As much as hunting rabbit and deer was all well and fine, nothing could compare to a juicy chicken cooked in spices. Humans had one redemptive quality to them, and that was their culinary genius.
Unfortunately the town wasn’t open for business, and Pretty could immediately smell why. His own kind. Not all Devourers liked or served humans. Humans tended to kill them for their frightening appearance. However, Pretty didn’t approve of his people running about killing humans just for the hell of it. By the screams and panic, that was just what this one was doing.
Pretty caught sight of him, a large dapple male a little older than himself. His tusks were only singular, but with a nasty outward curve that gave Pretty some pause. The Gray was hunting down cows in a field, and shredding them. By the looks of the cloth and parts strewn around, any humans attempting to stop him had been quickly added in.
Pretty charged. He lifted his head and slammed his chest into the gray’s shoulder, causing the other to stumble with a surprised cry. He immediately whipped his head around and bashed Pretty in the hindquarters, shaving a considerable amount of coffee fur from Pretty’s flanks.
The pair faced one another, bristling and growling, and reared up to meet. Wrestling was done on the rear legs, while teeth, tusks and claws ripped at one another. Pretty could feel they were evenly matched; both were well muscled from a good summer of hunting, both had taken care of their tusks.
The Gray managed to seize the side of Pretty’s neck and throw him down the rolling incline of the paddock. Pretty yelped, scrabbling for purchase on the lawn, and ended up colliding with the herd of cows cowering at the far end of the paddock. There was an uncomfortable crunching noise. Well, he wasn’t doing this to save the cows now was he?
Pretty got up and barreled up the hill to meet the Gray again, this time locking tusks with him and attempting to push him toward the gate.
He could hear the cries of the humans just beyond the gate. Shouting for a monster Hunter. Pretty yelped as an arrow sprouted just above his hip, and disengaged from the other devourer to bite at the offending quarrel. Some farmer with a crossbow and a bit of bravery.
The Gray ran toward the crowd, and Pretty seized him by the back end with his claws, dragging him back down into the mud. He could use some damn help..!
Unfortunately the town wasn’t open for business, and Pretty could immediately smell why. His own kind. Not all Devourers liked or served humans. Humans tended to kill them for their frightening appearance. However, Pretty didn’t approve of his people running about killing humans just for the hell of it. By the screams and panic, that was just what this one was doing.
Pretty caught sight of him, a large dapple male a little older than himself. His tusks were only singular, but with a nasty outward curve that gave Pretty some pause. The Gray was hunting down cows in a field, and shredding them. By the looks of the cloth and parts strewn around, any humans attempting to stop him had been quickly added in.
Pretty charged. He lifted his head and slammed his chest into the gray’s shoulder, causing the other to stumble with a surprised cry. He immediately whipped his head around and bashed Pretty in the hindquarters, shaving a considerable amount of coffee fur from Pretty’s flanks.
The pair faced one another, bristling and growling, and reared up to meet. Wrestling was done on the rear legs, while teeth, tusks and claws ripped at one another. Pretty could feel they were evenly matched; both were well muscled from a good summer of hunting, both had taken care of their tusks.
The Gray managed to seize the side of Pretty’s neck and throw him down the rolling incline of the paddock. Pretty yelped, scrabbling for purchase on the lawn, and ended up colliding with the herd of cows cowering at the far end of the paddock. There was an uncomfortable crunching noise. Well, he wasn’t doing this to save the cows now was he?
Pretty got up and barreled up the hill to meet the Gray again, this time locking tusks with him and attempting to push him toward the gate.
He could hear the cries of the humans just beyond the gate. Shouting for a monster Hunter. Pretty yelped as an arrow sprouted just above his hip, and disengaged from the other devourer to bite at the offending quarrel. Some farmer with a crossbow and a bit of bravery.
The Gray ran toward the crowd, and Pretty seized him by the back end with his claws, dragging him back down into the mud. He could use some damn help..!