Flawlessly Typical Creature
Hunger lurked among the blades of grass, his own blade gripped tight in a less than corporeal hand. In the middle distance, easily visible and producing a strain on the ears, he watched the herd of beasts. Huge, ungainly things, they lumbered in an endless charge through the lowlands.
Stealth was perhaps superfluous, as the herd was already surging heedlessly forward, but the jungle's fierce predators had shown themselves all up and down the clearing in pursuit of the vaguely bovine tide. Something kin to a Tyrannosaurus, a bit smaller and less symmetrical, snapped the neck of a passing beast with a single great bite, heedless of the vultures squabbling over an abandoned carcass only a few yards away. White lions, regal and beautiful, shared their latest kill among their pride. Further east, a Roc carried off a prize-winning example of the herd, and a group of baboon spearmonkeys carefully monitored the fierce appetites of the plain as their tribemates dressed their kill. Other hunters and predators of all shapes and sizes accosted the endless herd all along its run.
Dozens of scenes such as these repeated all along his way as Hunger followed the path of the herd. Astral terrors, mundane animals, strange hyper-predators, and hunters of human origin and otherwise took from the herd, and yet the endless tide of flesh continued. The tense truce of the hunters held everywhere hunger looked, and only the wariness of the Cursed kept him concealed. He noted a number of creatures worthy of his consideration, but continued his search for an explanation to the creatures mindless and often suicidal charge towards its destination.
Or rather, its terminus.
The charging horde continued right up to the end of the plain, but before a single hoof could enter the bog and feed the hungry hippodiles, they vanished. There was no portal, no astral activity he could detect. Each of the great beasts which passed a particular point simply vanished into thin air.
Further investigation yielded little explanation of the phenomenon. Taking down and gutting one of the beasts revealed nothing to his untrained senses beyond a charming flavor and an abundance of stomachs. Concerned with the implication of violating the hunters truce in his own search for worthy prey, he resolved to approach one of his more intelligent contemporaries.
The band of humans looked right out of a modern safari, but for their weapons. The high-tech looking longarms fired something very bright and energetic at the beasts, and seemed impressively lethal. Only a few of their party carried guns, the rest equipped with cameras, or manning the grill at their campsite. Hunger floated forward cautiously, bringing some finely carved steaks along as a grilling-gift. Luckily this custom was universal enough to grant him tentative entry into their camp, even if the mustached gentleman kept his weapon at hand.
Unfortunately, the hunters could add little to Hunger's understanding. They explained that the beasts appeared in a semi-annual fashion on the same length of plains, wherever those plains happened to manifest in this cobbled together realm. Beyond an appealing flavor and their capacity to dissapear and re-appear, the creatures were quite normal. The truce was supposedly a matter of convenience, but even the guide of their hunting party had no great insight into the strange behavior surrounding the beasts.
Unfortunately, a gently worded request to stop talking while he was eating escalated into an abrupt withdrawal from the party.
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I haven't written in a while and I forgot where I was going with this, but basically I want Hunt! We get to grow stronger while exploring this exotic locale, what's not to love!?
500 word drabble for the pile.
[X] Hunt
[X] +1 pick during next Experience spend
Also I had a good laugh at the "Hmm, I think I'll become a lich." Bit.