Stories tagged “hunt”
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Fenris' Search
The moon was full and already overhead when Fenris left the cave he’d hidden in earlier that day. He was always careful to hide himself before dawn. This was a nice cave, but he had to leave it behind. There was a new scent on the air and he had ...
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The Hunt
She was searching for The One. Usually male, The One had a vibrant aura that always took her by surprise. She could feel the hum of it strongly in this city. He was here. Only once had he taken the form of a female, to trick her, and he said he would n...
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Yugos and Repentence
The explosives were essentially harmless—glorified flash-bangs and nothing more. Their purpose was not the killshot, not the tearing at the throat but the baying at the moon, the bark. As Peter makes a tire-squealing course through the city I spr...
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The Brass Star
It was one of the brass stars that marked where Union Troops had shelled the unfinished capital building during Sherman’s March. I looked left then right, and then pried the star off the wall. There behind it was a roll of old and brittle paper. ...
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The Brass Ring
I looked through the peephole and saw an older man dressed like a Southern Colonel, right down to his Colonel Sanders mustache and goatee, only his was salt and pepper in color. I opened the door a crack and he took off his hat and said, “May I h...
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The Game is Afoot
“What is it?” “It appears to be a footprint.” “I can see that. Surely you don’t believe it’s genuine?” “I have yet to form a conclusion. I need more data. Please hand me my instruments.” “Here. This has to be a joke of some sort. ...
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To be a Guardian- Il'yanni's Trial
Hand over hand, I climbed the knotted rope. I don’t know how long I climbed, but the ground fell away under me. Difficult work, but my prey was a difficult man. Looking up, I examined my progress. The rope disappeared into clouds that hugged the ...
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Cwenna, Wolf-Girl
Move quickly, scent the air. The wind shifts. Down! I flatten myself, lying on my belly against the cold snow. Old Colin’s pelt wrapped around my body, his gift of life to me after his death. Our foraging quarry pauses, head up, ears swiveling. I...
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Looking through the Scope
I used to be a deer hunting guide to Hollywood’s elite. When I was twenty-eight, I was highly sought after to guide Hollywood’s most insane and socially awkward celebrities. I had always found deer hunting the most appetizing of sports ever since I...
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Looking through the Scope(Part 2)
Sebastian Sinclair was a sight to behold. He apparently always wore some kind of black leather ensemble wherever he went. He looked out of place in the thick of the Alaskan Wild and from the moment I met him I had an embedded dislike for him. I really ...
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Looking through the Scope (Part 3)
Larry and I waited two hours for Sebastian. Larry was drinking down the last of his juice and getting ready to pick up some clients just north when Sebastian walked in. “Sorry about the wait.” he said. I could see white residue on his nose....
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Looking through the Scope(Part 4)
As the Piper Aztec was plummeting, I looked over at Larry who was crumpled in the pilots’ chair in the cockpit; wishing that I had made time for flying lessons. I grabbed the controls knowing that I had to try to land us on the tundra down below ...
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Looking through the Scope( Part 5)
I awoke to the smell of burning rubber and my throat was dry as a desert. There was smoke beyond the crumpled metal all around me. The sun was at eleven 0’clock. Hours had gone by and yet I was still alive. My friend, Larry, hadn’t been so ...
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Looking through the Scope(part 1)-revised
When I was twenty-eight, I was a highly sought after hunting guide to Hollywood’s most insane and socially awkard celebrities. I had always found deer hunting to be the most appetizing of sports. It was where my dad and I walked side by side; som...
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The Hunt
The stillness of the moonlit landscape lent the world a supernatural quality. Wading through knee-deep darkness, the man in the worn black coat and the wide-brimmed hat had little more for protection than a prayer on his lips. Helsing van Rictofen step...
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The Escape
The stillness of the moonlit landscape was disturbed by a presence,he had returned.I saw him in the distance,wading through the tall grass with the wary determination of a hunter stalking prey,there would be no getting out of this. Slowly I circled him...
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Once upon a danger
Deeply sleeping, never waking before the dawn, he looked up and saw the faun. Sunlight poked through the clouds, groggily he heard the baying of the hounds. Yawning awake, a shook was all it would take, to shed the sleep like so much dust. On his feet ...
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Uncertainty
His quarry is jumpy. Twitchy. As he quickens his pace, ever turning to glance behind him, senses in panicked overdrive, an assassin watches calmly from a nearby rooftop with a clear view through the warrens that populate the civic quarters of Tarkeld. ...
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Cucumbers and Death
Sweat glands in abject rebellion, Dakota could not fight her growing dampness and uneasiness. Options and possibilities cascaded before her mind’s eye. None of them were particularly cheery. Stop. Breathe. Think. Words from the past echoed, a ble...
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Gone Hunting, Back In Five Hours
The Lord of Wild moves silently through the trees, slipping across the ground like a greased shadow. Its yellow eyes give off a faint light in the gloom, glinting off its wicked teeth etched in a permanent rictus grin. It reaches towards one of the dea...