Werewolf Tale II - Chapter 11 - Hunting Under Pressure

Tuesday, October 11th, 2011 Moon Phase - Waxing Gibbous Alex took a breath to relax his nerves before turning around. The length of the tree line went on for a way, the edge brightly lit by the full moon and the shadows leaning to his right. After a...

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Hunting Grounds

**hunting grounds** by: dankedonuts [https://dankedonuts.sofurry.com/](https://dankedonuts.sofurry.com/) the slick, red mudball that was panna prime was home to many a wild and destructive beast.

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Song of prey

We're hunting for this damned "werewolf" - sure you've heard about that psycho who every full moon kills and eats the criminals in this district.

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Blood Rose-5

It was always nice to start the day with a friendly hunt. she let her belly lower to the ground and paced forward, keeping to the grass and skirting around the taller grasses and padding silently along.

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The Hardest Hunt

It also appeared that he was use to being hunted, as he had never left his back unattended for no more than a second.

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Adventures in Hunting

It was a successful day of hunting, and for this family, which lived with other families in a tribe, hunting and foraging could mean that one ate for a day, or starved the next.

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Chapter 1:Hunted

Chapter1:hunted. "you sure you want to go through with this?" the man asked the woman. "yea i'm sure. he'll be safer there then here."

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The Choice: Chapter Five Quentin

We hunt, we kill, and sometimes what we kill is not a deer, or a moose, or a herd of chickens, it's people. sometimes people we know, sometimes people who are just unlucky to cross our path.

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Blood Magic - Act 2

But as the trees slowly lost their green finery and the ground became a hazard of noisy leaves, he'd found it more of a challenge to hunt purely from the ground. he knew he could use magic to aid each hunt or he could stalk from the air easily enough.

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The Hunt

The morning sun shined brightly throughout the forest canopy as Zeng rose from his hammock with a long yawn and stretch before getting dressed and heading to the dining room to join his mothers for breakfast. "Morning Zeng." "Morning mom." Elicia...

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The Hunt

Yes, the inquisition hunts. but never forget, we protect!' the bloodhound let his eyes drift shut, allowing his vaunted nose to lead his senses. fear.

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