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UNCHARISMATICALLY, he frowned his displeasure. On his hunting ground, the rough-coated trooper lunged into a human intruder. Predation was a constant chore where extracting food could be hard work in a competitive and heavily armed environment. Feeling lucky he grinned, grinding his fused toothplates, then grabbed and pulverized the passing meal, aware that overgrazing could destroy his future.
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Apr 10, 2010
Apr 10, 2010 at 3:04 AM UTC
Hunger Pangs (prose)
UNCHARISMATICALLY, he frowned his displeasure. On his hunting ground, the rough-coated trooper lunged into a human intruder. Predation was a constant chore where extracting food could be hard work in a competitive and heavily armed environment. Feeling lucky he grinned, grinding his fused toothplates, then grabbed and pulverized the passing meal, aware that overgrazing could destroy his future.
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Apr 10, 2010 at 3:04 AM UTC
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