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the hunter's heart did not grow faint
the time to act was at hand
he resigned himself to the fate he had chosen
to hunt the hunter
to stalk the stalker
to kill the killer
in his hands was his companion
the death to many that had fallen foe to the hunter's lust for the kill
piercing the hearts of his prey he recalled the essence that filled his
being
it was almost as if he had consumed their souls
he laughed to himself....their souls...souls of beasts
it was time...he turned and frenzy overtook him...the calculated rage
that must fill the heart of death
he opened his mouth to cry out
but no sound passed thru the larnyx...
the beast beyond snapped its gaze and glared toward the hunter
but its eyes passed over as if the hunter was not even there
the puzzle had not lived an instant
as cracking and crashing roared into the hunter's perception
from just overhead
the hunter lunged without thought under cover of the stones that had
been his temporary temple of reflection
peering about with only his instincts left to guide him...all other
auras of self had vanished with the deafening astonishment....the
unseen variable that had not even crossed the palate of
consideration...
from the crouched and hidden...
the hideous beak faced invader screeched out and pain permeated the
hunter to the very core of his semblance
exhileration coarsed the veins of his spirit as the two gods of the
swamp faced off ....their brows low and the eyes locked upon the
others first strike as they circled slow the warm and dead
carcass of the behemoth ....the trophy of battle
the hunter smiled yet his eyes were wild ....he turned his thoughts
away and the roaring and crashing and screeching dimmed from his
hearing as he scrambled thru the brush from which he had come....his
thoughts turned towards his hunger and a small rabbit he had passed
earlier in the day...
the time to act was at hand
he resigned himself to the fate he had chosen
to hunt the hunter
to stalk the stalker
to kill the killer
in his hands was his companion
the death to many that had fallen foe to the hunter's lust for the kill
piercing the hearts of his prey he recalled the essence that filled his
being
it was almost as if he had consumed their souls
he laughed to himself....their souls...souls of beasts
it was time...he turned and frenzy overtook him...the calculated rage
that must fill the heart of death
he opened his mouth to cry out
but no sound passed thru the larnyx...
the beast beyond snapped its gaze and glared toward the hunter
but its eyes passed over as if the hunter was not even there
the puzzle had not lived an instant
as cracking and crashing roared into the hunter's perception
from just overhead
the hunter lunged without thought under cover of the stones that had
been his temporary temple of reflection
peering about with only his instincts left to guide him...all other
auras of self had vanished with the deafening astonishment....the
unseen variable that had not even crossed the palate of
consideration...
from the crouched and hidden...
the hideous beak faced invader screeched out and pain permeated the
hunter to the very core of his semblance
exhileration coarsed the veins of his spirit as the two gods of the
swamp faced off ....their brows low and the eyes locked upon the
others first strike as they circled slow the warm and dead
carcass of the behemoth ....the trophy of battle
the hunter smiled yet his eyes were wild ....he turned his thoughts
away and the roaring and crashing and screeching dimmed from his
hearing as he scrambled thru the brush from which he had come....his
thoughts turned towards his hunger and a small rabbit he had passed
earlier in the day...