It was looking to be a good day. The steady sun piercing the forests rooftop warming the earth below. The trees swaying gently in the cool breeze, dancing to the soft symphonic rhythm of nature and all the creatures within. A content lizard, swollen with the day’s abundance, basked on a low rock whilst still casually chewing on its earlier catch. Some form of insect legs still sticking out of its lazy mouth twitching sporadically.
Behind the concealment and shadows of the heavy leafy green foliage and mottled shrubbery nearby a thin white line appeared as if magically out of nowhere. The pressed row of brilliant sharp pointy teeth quickly grew into a wide sinter grin of excitement.
Suddenly betrayed by his stomach Gahji leapt out of the bushes in an anxious ruffling explosion as he pounced down heavily onto the slow reptile.
No sooner had he caught the creature unaware, he raised it up in his claw like hands and brought it to his still eagerly smiling drool filled mouth. His pointy teeth quickly sunk deep and viscously into its flesh as he bit down into its neck, with a sharp tug and a loud wet ’squelch’ it’s still twitching body was separated from the insect filled head.
Gahji proceeded to sit in the sun upon the warm rock and pick the creature dry, save for a few bones he deemed possibly useful as tools or decoration. Those he slid into a small pouch crudely sown into his loincloth. Yes, this was looking to be a good day. With a full belly he picked up his new favourite pointy stick, procured early that morning, and went back to his hiding spot within the nearby dense shrubbery to rest and digest.
Sure the warriors and hunters had probably returned to the camp by now with the spoils from their hunt. Most likely the juicy meat from some large beast or unlucky traveller was getting placed onto the sacred fire right now. While Gahji loved the meat as much as any other, being smaller and scrawnier than most others of his years and his lack of ‘friends’ meant he often only got the pick of scraps, if he was lucky. Otherwise he was forced to fight the worgs for the left over bones.
No, he did not miss that part at all. He did however, as he fell into slumber, fantasise over the possible shrilling screams that would come should they have brought back a still living humanoid. A rare but delicious religious experience indeed.