01-11-2020, 01:13 AM
Vathmos was used to hunting in a group, and stealing. She didn't have any issue with either. Hyenas benefited from staying together. They worked to overpower and survive. Wildebeests, Warthogs, Wild Dogs, even eachother. Smaller prey didn't need as many hyenas, of course. Roughly two per wild dog in a pack, warthogs were one to two, larger animals like zebras required at least four. Enough to cover everyone, and enough for safety. If you were injured in the hunt, and too far gone, you became a part of that meal.
That was the way. Vathmos, luckily, had been in the high rankings of her hierarchy, number eight out of seventy, that number didn't account for slaves or offspring, though. That was just the males and females.
When she moved to Tanglewood, she had moved to hunting on her own. hunting had been difficult to adapt to, of course. Sneaking had to be learned and vathmos had to overpower prey by herself. She didn't have a lot of problems with overpowering, but she couldn't control her rage long enough to use it for boars, or, by Lamashtu, the alligators. She could eat a gator for at least two days. She salivated at the thought. She had only gotten a boar once or twice, so she tended to aim for the deer. On occasion, she went for the easy picking at the farm, but most of the cows there were too large for her to drag back across the territory. She only feasted at the farm if there was a juvenile or something already dead for her.
Vathmos always covered herself in a fresh coat of mud before she went out to help hide her stench. She watched the raccoon, chittering and chirping with some sort of food in its paws, snacking away. It sat on the base of a tree, so Vathmos would have to get it in this one shot, or it would climb up the tree and evade her- "Why does hunting have to be so FUCKING hard?!" Its head shot up and it ran up, Vathmos made her leap, but her jaws clamped on empty air. Okay. Who did that? That was a male voice. She growled and started moving in the direction of the noise, when another smell hit her nose. Ash. Soot. Fire. Snarl. Vathmos' nose crinkled, lips pulling up to reveal teeth. Were they working together to ruin her hunt? No, they probably did even know she was out here. Vathmos came to the source of the noise, a jeering chortle leaking out of her throat as she came out of the underbrush, eyes on Dallas first.
Ugh. This guy. "Hunting wasn't so hard when I was tracking your little rabbit pet..." She could not believe that let that thing in. Tanglewood didn't turn away anyone, but when Vathmos made the leap for the rabbit, it was food at that point. He wasn't a member until afterwards. "A little tip though- don't scream and alert all the prey in the area." Ugh. Ideitowtee.
Vathmos' head turned and tilted as she finally looked at her fellow hyena. "Out here for hunting too or?" Surprised she doesn't scare off all the prey with her smell, too.
That was the way. Vathmos, luckily, had been in the high rankings of her hierarchy, number eight out of seventy, that number didn't account for slaves or offspring, though. That was just the males and females.
When she moved to Tanglewood, she had moved to hunting on her own. hunting had been difficult to adapt to, of course. Sneaking had to be learned and vathmos had to overpower prey by herself. She didn't have a lot of problems with overpowering, but she couldn't control her rage long enough to use it for boars, or, by Lamashtu, the alligators. She could eat a gator for at least two days. She salivated at the thought. She had only gotten a boar once or twice, so she tended to aim for the deer. On occasion, she went for the easy picking at the farm, but most of the cows there were too large for her to drag back across the territory. She only feasted at the farm if there was a juvenile or something already dead for her.
Vathmos always covered herself in a fresh coat of mud before she went out to help hide her stench. She watched the raccoon, chittering and chirping with some sort of food in its paws, snacking away. It sat on the base of a tree, so Vathmos would have to get it in this one shot, or it would climb up the tree and evade her- "Why does hunting have to be so FUCKING hard?!" Its head shot up and it ran up, Vathmos made her leap, but her jaws clamped on empty air. Okay. Who did that? That was a male voice. She growled and started moving in the direction of the noise, when another smell hit her nose. Ash. Soot. Fire. Snarl. Vathmos' nose crinkled, lips pulling up to reveal teeth. Were they working together to ruin her hunt? No, they probably did even know she was out here. Vathmos came to the source of the noise, a jeering chortle leaking out of her throat as she came out of the underbrush, eyes on Dallas first.
Ugh. This guy. "Hunting wasn't so hard when I was tracking your little rabbit pet..." She could not believe that let that thing in. Tanglewood didn't turn away anyone, but when Vathmos made the leap for the rabbit, it was food at that point. He wasn't a member until afterwards. "A little tip though- don't scream and alert all the prey in the area." Ugh. Ideitowtee.
Vathmos' head turned and tilted as she finally looked at her fellow hyena. "Out here for hunting too or?" Surprised she doesn't scare off all the prey with her smell, too.
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