Dragons Go Car Hunting
For now though, fertoul enjoyed car hunting.
Open Season
"i hunt because they're overpopulated" that's just being dishonest, or "hunting the sick ones," that's just a lie.
Hunting Companion - A Story Featuring ConorHyena
If aiti hadn't wanted us to hunt with spears in warm hide parkas, why were they given to us?"
Bear Den
Bear Den By MetroFox "I think he went in 'ere!" Kuveli dashed-into the cave. The soft grass gave way to cold stone. The warm summer sun faded into black. None of it put the foxkit off. He charged-on with spear in paw, loincloth catching on low rock...
The hunter becomes the hunted (part 7)
She perked her ears up and asked "y-you know me?" I said "Yes... And you should know me very well" she looked confused. I said "and you should know that young wolf that you just tied-up" She said "sorry, you have to explain this to me" I said...
Ander - Part 1: Subchapter 1
His brothers came bursting into the clearing, drooling and snarling, completely lost in the hunt. they charged the defenceless stag, and ander had no choice but to lower his bow. he turned his head away, but it didn't help.
The hunter becomes the hunted (part 4)
And give him a hug, i than say "and i could hunt off the gut pile for my bear" cory nodded. we went into the cabin and found a note, it said: "hector and cory...
The hunter becomes the hunted (part 3)
Deon said "you should wait for tomorrow to start hunting... but its not too late to go to the beach and see if your guns are sighted in" we nod and deon shows us to the beach.
Heroes Beneath Us: Chapter 4
At first he hunted animals, lions, elephants, anything exotic as he filled his home in upstate new york with all kinds of taxidermy of his wild adventures.
Red Moon: Chapter 2
hunting man in an urban environment was tricky business. he needed to get trevor where no one would see and there wouldn't be much of a mess.
When I met a jackalope...
"before you children were born, when i myself were just a bit older than you, i thought it would be fun to spend a day rabbit hunting.
Hunted Hunter Poem
The moon watches from above as the hunter falls in love prey to lover, lovers till death all the better to lure him with sweet sweat, rustled leaves there's a glimpse for moon to see yellow, orange, and gold black, silver, bold hunted