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"Problem solving is hunting. It is savage pleasure and we are born to it."
-Thomas Harris
Rengar looked over his wall. Ever since he had arrived to this new forest, he has had the time of his life. The hunter had grown weary and bored of the bears and occasional tigers. Such prey was far too simple for him. However, his arrival to the Everfree forest had been one of the best decisions of his life. Here, Tigers were found into a mix of a goat and a python for a tail, breathing a noxious fire that could send acres ablaze. Manticores, a lion, bat, and scorpion hybrid that can deliver a lethal strike with one injection of its tail venom were found in very, very favorable quantities.
Even plants in the Everfree have to be tracked down and killed before they kill you. In his opinion, the "Everfree Forest" was a terrible and unsuitable name for such a hellhole. However, the nearby inhabitants had beaten him to giving the official name to the forest ages ago.
When the lion gazed up at his wall, he bore a razor-sharp toothed smile. Adorning the walls of the cave were various monsters and beasts that he had slain and taken numerous parts of them for trophies. Heads, teeth, claws, and wings all decorated the interior very well in Rengar's opinion.
However, as with all hunters, he will never be satisfied with what game he has hunted. Rengar wished that bigger, larger, and especially more dangerous game could magically appear in front of him.
Rengar shook his head. Such a thought was horrible for him to imagine. After all, the thrill of the hunt, tracking, and eventual closing in of the prey was just as satisfying, if not at times even more thrillful than the kill itself.
"Hmmm...what to hunt next...", the lion growled under his breath as he held a candle up to a small scroll. Inscribed on it, were drawings of the different monsters that he had documented living in the Everfree. Some of the beasts were crossed out with an "X", signifying that he had hunted at least one of them to a success. Though, that didn't mean that it was the largest beast he could find.
Looking down at the scroll with his only one useful eye, the other covered with a leather eye binding, Rengar examined one beast he had not yet vanquished. The cragadile. It resembled a crocodile in shape and appearance, but bore skin composed of solid rock, and its teeth were solid diamond. The lion had heard that some of them could breath out an internally stored fire.
It certainly wasn't the most challenging or threatening hunt he would face, but having to study the beast thoroughly in order to find its weak point in its stone skin would provide quite the effort. And more effort meant a more thrilling kill after the monster's study.
"It will do.", Rengar nodded in approval as he turned towards the deeper recesses of his cavern. Instead of skulls and teeth lavishing the walls, weapons that Rengar had crafted of all sorts of different shapes and sizes were mounted, each one having a different purpose than the other.
Rengar's one eye looked over the tools of killing, examining each one, depicting its usefulness in the coming hunt.
"The bow's arrows would do nothing against the skin of a cragadile. Nor would the glaive...", the hunter gave each hunting tool an evaluation.
Then, Rengar turned to his trusted Hunting Dagger. A wicked blade having the length of a small sword, hardly a "dagger" in its own classification. Smaller blades in the shape of claws protruded out of the grip's hand-guard. The massive blade curved out into a deadly and imposing hook, useful in tearing out the throat of beasts that Rengar saw fit. He fixed other weapons to the various sheaths and components located on his armor, ready for the coming expedition.
Once Rengar had donned his armor, plates with teeth and claws adorning the engravings of various beasts in keen detail, he stepped out of his cavern into the Everfree.
"Ah...the thrill of the hunt...", Rengar smiled to himself, "...begins once again."
"Okay everyone! Dig in!"
Fluttershy spread out the various bowls of food over the large blanket nestled on the grass. Numerous animals, from squirrels, rabbits, weasels, beavers, and even a large bear all sat around her. Each one of the critters and animals all began to dig into their meals that the butter-coated pony had fixed for them.
All of the critters, except for one.
A single bunny that Fluttershy had the "brightest" of ideas to name Angel once again refused to eat the salad that Fluttershy had fixed for him. From the fact that she even included a cherry that she had, this time, payed ten bits for, the stubborn bunny refused to touch the meal.
"Oh Angel, I know that you can be a bit choosy, but I really spent a lot of time trying to make this for you. So can you please, please, please try it this time?", Fluttershy's eyes grew wide and she smiled to try to sway the bunny into eating his salad, but to no avail. Angel angrily chattered away in an unrecognizable dialogue. However, it was clear that he wasn't budging in inch to eat his salad.
Fluttershy tried to beg more and more, offering him that he could completely choose what he wanted to eat for dinner. Knowing Angel, he would easily exploit Fluttershy to all new heights, but the bunny simply crossed his stubby little arms and turned his back.
The arguing and begging continued between the two. No side seemed to make any sort of progress whatsoever as bickering and pleading was heard over the rest of the animals who had stopped eating to witness the show. At this point, the bear was snacking on popcorn, despite Fluttershy not bringing any. Mr. Bear always remembered to bring some whenever Angel started to defy Fluttershy, which was an often occurrence.
Unknown to the two, an animal was slowly approaching the group of other critters and their picnic. Caught by the scent of possible food, the animal strayed away from its normal dwelling to investigate the possible food source.
There were two things that were notable about this.
The first was that the animal's hunger was not triggered by the scent of fresh fruit and vegetables, but the other objects surrounding them. The animals. The beast that was approaching was hungry for meat.
The second characteristic that would provide a giant warning sign to disaster would be the origin of its home:
The Everfree Forest.
*sniff*
*sniff*
"Hrrrm..."
Once Rengar found the trail of his target, there was nearly nothing the beast could do to shake it off of him. Following numerous tell-tale signs of a cragadile's whereabouts, such as large reptilian footprints that dropped pebbles into the depressions that they made in the soft and muddy ground. The spread of the footprints suggested a long and slow moving beast that angled its body side to side while it trekked across the forest.
However, one more sign was present. Scorched plants and the occasional burnt mouse or spider carcass was found strewn on the ground. This suddenly raised Rengar's excitement. This had to be one of the rare cragadiles that breathed fire, and often or not, those rare cragadiles were the most aggressive and bore the most weight and the largest size.
Oh how was this turning out to be a thrill, knowing that the more he followed and tracked his prey, the more deadly and dangerous they could turn out. All the more exiting to finally slay.
"What a trophy that beast's head will make. If only I could make a little bit more room on my wall for the head, that would make an amazing trophy.", Rengar bragged to himself, "I'd like to see any of those pathetic Griffon trappers try and outdo anything that I manage to hunt!"
The lion kept on the trail of the cragadile with extreme devotion, sniffing the ground, looking for brushed aside scenery, and footprints that could rise up again once Rengar came to more wet ground.
Then, Rengar picked up a very musty scent.
It smelled wet. It smelled like rocks. But it didn't smell like the surrounding forest environment at all. This was due to the fact that it had another notable scent drifting from it.
Smoke.
This had to be the monster that Rengar was tracking. Since he had the smell locked in, he quickly took to the tall trees, navigating through the forest of magically mutated animals by leaping from branch to branch. He readied his weapons and drew his Hunting Dagger from its sheath. Rengar quickly eyed his Bonetooth Necklace, neckware that bound teeth and claws together on a string. Each claw and tooth came from a different beast he had slain, so that he could remember every kill when he went out to make another addition to his trophy wall, and his necklace.
He was getting closer and closer.
Rengar smiled, as such a beast, often or not thinking that it is the apex of its species sought that no other animal could take the position away from them.
How wrong they will be when that animal will make a fantastic addition to his cavern.
The arguing had gone on for some time, until Fluttershy eventually gave up and allowed Angel to skip his meal, despite how much effort she had put into the salad for him. She picked it up, set he hoof on her cheek in an annoyed and bored fashion, and munched on the lettuce leaves.
Having scored another victory, Angel suddenly scampered off, away from the picnic and away from Fluttershy's cottage. He wanted to be anywhere but where the other animals were eating.
Hopping a nice deal of distance, he sniffed the ground, looking for something better that he could eat. Maybe he could pick up the scent of some dropped candy that a filly could have dropped. He would take candy over any boring salad anytime of his life.
Sniffing more and more, he then picked up a trail of...
...something.
From its odd smell, Angel couldn't discern what exactly it was. Maybe it was food? It smelled...wet.
Following his curiosity, Angel began to hop further and further from Fluttershy's cottage. The further and further he hopped, the smell began to get closer and closer. The wetness of the smell began to get more pungent with the distance beginning to close in. After an entire two minutes of hopping, Angel discerned another smell.
Smoke.
Smoke?
Yes, it had to be smoke.
Angel's thoughts rapidly cycled through his mind as he began to slow down his hopping. When he stood upright, he gazed over the massive woodlands that stood in front of his tiny little form.
The Everfree Forest.
At that point, even Angel knew not to venture into this forest filled with animals that carried a worse temper than he did. It would just be plain suicide.
Ignoring the smell that had became so strong once he edged closer to the forest, Angel began to turn around to head back towards the cottage.
However, he would still get his chance to figure out where that scent was coming from in the worse possible way he could imagine.
A quick and thick gust of wind washed over his back, the warm air sending shivers down his spine. When Angel turned around and inhaled, he realized something.
It wasn't wind. It was breath.
Angel slowly turned arou-
"GRAWWWWWW!!!", the massive cragadile roared into Angel's tiny and diminutive form, ashes and tiny embers fuming out of the beast's maw stuck into Angel's coat, singing his fur and creating little black spots all over him. The tiny rabbit was knocked head-over-heels and turned around to sprint away from the snapping jaws of the cragadile, not once looking back as his wide and trauma-induced eyes fixed their gaze on the ground ahead, hoping to cover more than the beast that was now hot on his cotton tail.
The cragadile roared again as it took off after the bunny, intent on getting a quick grilled snack. Possibly, finding some larger meals after it was done with this tiny squirt.