The hunter becomes the hunted (part 2)
I say "you don't even ask where we are going or what we are hunting" cory sighed and asked "what we hunting? and where?" i said "kodiak island, alaska... i have the tags to kill one of those massive kodiak bears" he asked "and me?"
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...
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.
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
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...
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?"
That Tell-Tale Heart, Guilt.
Nightstand you must nurture it do not refuse to feel it you were given this gift for a reason / by all that is left / that is holy you must at the very least give it house / home it does not need to be fed it can hunt
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 Hunt
Slightly warm blood hangs in the wind its pulse harmonizing with our battle rhythm there nearly a statue our prize as we bring our chase to a fulfilling end our teeth praising triumph with gratitude humbled in our salvation oh glorious gaia we hunt
Hunt By Day
A hunter who wouldn't or couldn't hunt. maybe i had brought too many hunters. the wind stopped blowing from the east and the forrest had become unnaturally quiet.
The hunter becomes the hunted (part 6)
I ask "hello, who is this?" Again, trough the static. They said "I am Gorge... I must ask, wheres Deon?" I sighed and said "I think he is dead" Gorge shouted "what!!" I said "yes, I am almost sure he has been killed... By the same thing that took...
Bunny and Foxy
#1 of poetry jump jump jump a bunny's life is good a hopping through the wood sneak sneak sneak the foxie hunts down the trail a-twitching his tail sniff sniff sniff bunny smells the air might be danger somewhere wag wag wag foxie