Post by mufumu on May 15, 2011 5:16:46 GMT -5
The golden glow of the rising sun pushed its crimson edge above the horizon. Long shadows slowly began to creep over the savannah, and then up the pale stretch of exposed rock that was Priderock, bathing everything in sight with a heavenly shimmer. Buffalo and zebra herds dotted the vast plains, grazing on the lush grass ahead of him.
Mufumu sighed for the tenth time that morning as he watched hopeless attempts of hunting before him. The several adolescents, somewhat younger than him, that were spread out across the small patch of grassland had encircled a herd of buffalo, a good start but the fact the only attacked individually instead of attacking as a team worried. There was no experienced adult up at this time of the morning and a such, amateurism was at an all time high. So, jumping down from the formation of boulders and into the long grass, Mufumu headed for the nearest lion. When he neared one, a young female with cream fur, she jumped and at that Mufumu grunted, as if telling her to calm down. She calmed as he hoped and with a nod of his head he crouched once again and disappeared into the tawny grass. Eagerness was a good thing when getting the moral up but when it came to hunting it was something to avoid, as it could easily get you killed.
As he neared the herd a sudden spark of air burst pass him and Mufumu stared wide eyed as the same young female dashed towards the herd in a fit of excitement. He growled deeply, his throat shacking from its vibration. A roar from his side surprised him, but that was quickly turned to fear. The female, only at his side a moment ago, was thrown up high into the air from the horn of a buffalo bull. The male was stomping the ground in a fit of rage, the ground beneath him gathering a cloud of dust. Groaning, Mufumu slowly made his way over, wondering what the hell he was going to do.
Mufumu sighed for the tenth time that morning as he watched hopeless attempts of hunting before him. The several adolescents, somewhat younger than him, that were spread out across the small patch of grassland had encircled a herd of buffalo, a good start but the fact the only attacked individually instead of attacking as a team worried. There was no experienced adult up at this time of the morning and a such, amateurism was at an all time high. So, jumping down from the formation of boulders and into the long grass, Mufumu headed for the nearest lion. When he neared one, a young female with cream fur, she jumped and at that Mufumu grunted, as if telling her to calm down. She calmed as he hoped and with a nod of his head he crouched once again and disappeared into the tawny grass. Eagerness was a good thing when getting the moral up but when it came to hunting it was something to avoid, as it could easily get you killed.
As he neared the herd a sudden spark of air burst pass him and Mufumu stared wide eyed as the same young female dashed towards the herd in a fit of excitement. He growled deeply, his throat shacking from its vibration. A roar from his side surprised him, but that was quickly turned to fear. The female, only at his side a moment ago, was thrown up high into the air from the horn of a buffalo bull. The male was stomping the ground in a fit of rage, the ground beneath him gathering a cloud of dust. Groaning, Mufumu slowly made his way over, wondering what the hell he was going to do.