A Close Call
While carnivorous beast are to be feared for obvious reasons, its the herbivorous beasts you have to watch out for…
Imagine walking home triumphantly after a successful hunt, the town gates clearly in sight. But then your day comes crashing to an end as you feel the ground beneath you rumbling.
Turning in dread you see the most feared form yet… Giant tusks known to pierce even stone, heavy bone crushing bulk and the worst of all, those beady eyes of a blood thirsty killer; all coming straight for you. You run, the gates drawing closer, but to your horror you spot the guards abandoning their posts as they quickly dart behind the gates slamming them shut. Their faces were that of shear terror as they glanced in your direction moments before.
It is the end, with nowhere to go and abandoning all hope you throw yourself to the ground just as that insurmountable wall of furry flesh skims over your stiffened body, the shear bulk bearing down as if squeezing the very life out of you before thankfully lifting at the last possible moment. Seconds later you hear a loud collision and the heart-wrenching sound of splintering wood followed by panicked screams and shouts for reinforcements…
You don’t dare move, remaining as still as possible your hunt beside you trampled flat and completely limp, crushed as you could have been. A loud series of squeals and the splintering of wood echoes around you until, finally, you hear and feel the heavy quakes of retreat as the dreaded beats disappears back into the woods.
Slowly pulling yourself up you see the shattered gate barely held up against its frame, the spear wielding soldiers on the other side wiping sweat from their brows. The threat was over, you had survived to tell another day…
Imagine walking home triumphantly after a successful hunt, the town gates clearly in sight. But then your day comes crashing to an end as you feel the ground beneath you rumbling.
Turning in dread you see the most feared form yet… Giant tusks known to pierce even stone, heavy bone crushing bulk and the worst of all, those beady eyes of a blood thirsty killer; all coming straight for you. You run, the gates drawing closer, but to your horror you spot the guards abandoning their posts as they quickly dart behind the gates slamming them shut. Their faces were that of shear terror as they glanced in your direction moments before.
It is the end, with nowhere to go and abandoning all hope you throw yourself to the ground just as that insurmountable wall of furry flesh skims over your stiffened body, the shear bulk bearing down as if squeezing the very life out of you before thankfully lifting at the last possible moment. Seconds later you hear a loud collision and the heart-wrenching sound of splintering wood followed by panicked screams and shouts for reinforcements…
You don’t dare move, remaining as still as possible your hunt beside you trampled flat and completely limp, crushed as you could have been. A loud series of squeals and the splintering of wood echoes around you until, finally, you hear and feel the heavy quakes of retreat as the dreaded beats disappears back into the woods.
Slowly pulling yourself up you see the shattered gate barely held up against its frame, the spear wielding soldiers on the other side wiping sweat from their brows. The threat was over, you had survived to tell another day…
Tusker - Cottontail
Tusker - Boar
Tusker - Goldtusk
