User blog comment:Ohmpahkan/Cycle of life/@comment-1011548-20110407205958

What went wrong? You lost all the paragraphing from my previous piece when you added it to the main blog. I'm afraid now it looks kinda like an off-putting wall o' text, so you might want to edit it with some <br/[greater than sign]s at points to make it look a little better. Or just use Enter to start a new paragraph. Anyway, here's the conclusion of the Giaprey attack story. Gets a little bloody near the end. The wanderer, however, had only begun to limp back to the group before a Giaprey stepped between them, beak agape, talons primed. It jumped, and landed firmly on the beast’s back. The Popo bucked and cried, but the foreclaws of the Giaprey were firmly snagged in its hair, and the aggressor wasted no time clawing at the flank with its longer, razor-sharp foot claws. Blood began to pour down the Popo’s side, clogging in the hair and dying it a deep red. The Popo wasn’t finished yet, however, and with a grunt and mighty heave it shook the Giaprey from its shoulders, throwing it to the floor. It was momentarily stunned, and even as the rest of the hunting pack approached, the enraged Popo charged forward, catching the Giaprey in the stomach with the very tip of its left tusk and ripping upwards sharply. An ear-splitting screech came from the mortally wounded Giaprey, but even as it fell back to the ground, bleeding copiously from the huge gash up the side of its body, the remainder of the group and their leader encircled the ailing Popo. The rest of the herd, distressed by all the screeches, roars of pain from the weakened Popo, and over-powering scent of blood on fresh grass, were panicking, retreating backwards from the Giaprey, tossing their heads and snorting angrily. The Giadrome ignored them and focused on its prize. Its sharp eyes spotted the river of blood oozing from the beast, and the glands in its throat kicked into action. Rearing back, it spat a globule of fluid at the thrashing Popo, catching it squarely in the face. The two liquids together froze instantly into white ice, and the Popo cried out again, blinded and in agonising pain. With another shrill call at its remaining pack members, the Giadrome leapt at the Popo and caught it firmly on the ribcage. The Popo, however, was weaker than either individual had anticipated; it collapsed to the ground from the force of the blow, the ice covering its face cracking along one side. Snarling, the Giadrome lost its balance and went tumbling across the ground… but even as it regained its footing the remaining Giaprey were already advancing towards the stricken Popo. Without pausing, they attacked, one biting at the throat, the others pulling away at the tender muscles. Within seconds, the poor creature died, blood seeping softly into the soil below it. The rest of the herd retreated in full, the sound of tearing flesh and the Giaprey’s crys of triumph following them for almost a mile. Almost an hour later, after each individual had eaten its fill and the Popo’s corpse was little more than a skeleton held together by stringy, inedible muscles, the Giadrome looked up. Its beak was dyed a glorious crimson, but as it raised its head it caught the sound of the wounded Giaprey, crying out softly as it bled out from the gash the Popo had inflicted. Curiosity aroused, the Giadrome stepped over to its fallen subject and placed a clawed foot on its side as it lifted up and down with each laboured breath. Quick a snake, the Giadrome struck and bit out its throat, throwing it high into the air before turning its attention to the glistening red flesh of its belly. Such meat was not to be wasted.

I quite like it actually. Any requests for me next? Any game is fine, but I was hoping to keep it kinda basic in terms of monsters - save some of the bigger and better ones for later.