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A spinosaurus - a great beast, like many other. It stood by its' lonesome next on the riverside, quenching its' powerful thirst. Slow and heavy, it dunked its' head under the raging waters and emerged, in its maw a fish fighting against the beast.

The Hunter eyed the creature from afar, buried amidst bushes and grass and leaves, his scent hidden in the heavy muck. He had been stalking this beast for three days, without rest, food or drink. The moment he laid eyes on its print in the wetlands, he knew that it had to be his.

It had been some time since the Hunter felt such a pull. His latest trophies and trinkets were nothing more than that. Trinkets. Souvenirs. Knick-knacks.

Although this wasn't at all like his last great prey, he was happy to get whatever he could.

He reached out for his spear, buried with him in the cold mud. He squeezed his toes against the dirt in anticipation.

He was ready.

He threw himself out of cover, spear raised high, ready to strike the beast. It took some time before his war-cry caught the attention of the spinosaurus. He was lightning and thunder and he threw himself onto the beast.

It raged back and forth with the Hunter grabbing onto deer life, clutching at the dinosaur's spine.

It didn't take long before the beast started tiring itself out and that's when he struck.

His spear went through its' skull, passing the trough its' mouth and through its' lower jaw. The beast froze in place and fell over.

The Hunter had won. Yet this victory felt shallow.

He pulled his spear from the beast's skull and inspected the body.

Strong.

Muscular.

A noble beast.

And still something was missing.

The Hunter walked around the slain creature. He kneeled down, his hand sliding against the belly of his prey.

It moved up and down, slowly expanding, sliding onto its' leg.

He slid his hand onto the dinosaur's front leg, caressing it gently. He entangled his fingers with the talons of its' feet.

It was much better than anything recent.

But it was not the same.

It would never be the same.

With both hands, he started massaging its' feet, squeezing tightly and softly, the mud from the riverbank slipping between his fingers.

He placed the foot onto his face and inhaled deeply, the fresh scent of petrichor and grass. The smell was powerful, the beast had been in these lands far longer than it had been hunted.

He dragged his tongue across the foot. A mixture of pleasure, between the reward and the job well-done, shot through him.

He sucked on the toes, gently biting them as he did so. When he was done, he cut off the feet of the dinosaur and placed them in his pouch.

Maybe there would never be a catch like THAT ONE. Maybe his will and fire had simmered down. Maybe it was time to accept this and be content with whatever crosses his path.

He looked over at the midday sun, its' rays shining on his rugged face. It was a good day.

The Hunter's ears perked. There was rumbling in the distance. It was faint, but something called to him. With determination and grit, he grabbed his spear and ran towards the source.

He ran through the bushes and trees, leaving behind a trail of crushed grass. He noticed animals running in the opposite direction as him. From small ferrets and foxes to larger utahraptors. There was something serious going on.

As he ran through the forest, he jumped through a bush and found himself on the edge of a canyon. Barely a hair's length from falling downward to his death, the Hunter took a shacking step back. He gazed into the abyss and he heard the mighty roar of two monsters.

An allosaurus roared and threw itself, jaw open, at a tarbosaurus, aiming for its' underbelly. With a quick maneuver, the tarbosaurus stepped back and spun around, slamming its' rival a tail swipe, sending it flying, crashing against the rocky mountainside. Blood dripped from the mouth of the wounded beast and fangs fell as it roared in anger at its' opponent.

The Hunter stared in amazement. He had seen dinosaurs fight before, but not like this. There was something more here. It wasn't like any other battle for food or territory or sex. It was something else. Something much closer to him in experience.

He had to know what was going on. He quickly made a strap from the vines around and tied it to his spear, which he put on his back. Carefully the Hunter slid down walls of the canyon, all the while keeping a keen eye on the fight ahead.

The beasts roared, bit, slashed and hit, covering the ground with blood, spit, teeth and claws. The Hunter sneaked around and hid behind a rock just as the tarbosaurus flew next to him, hitting the ground violently. The sound of broken ribs echoed amidst the roars of pain and rage.

The Hunter carefully observed the animals, trying to figure out what was so special about them. They fought like any other dinosaur would. But for what purpose did they fight?

He observed the beasts. Their majestic, powerful forms. Their daemoniac war cries. He observed the way their claws would bend as they struck one another. But when noticed their feet, his heart skipped a beat.

On first glance, they were the same, but he felt something. Something more divine. More primal. Although covered in the mud and dust of the land, there was something godly.

And in his primitive mind something began to click. These beasts were more than just beasts. They were touched by something magnificent. Something sacred. And that holiness fills these creatures completely and pours out of them and the marks they leave wherever they walk are scratches from the cosmos. These creatures are closer to men, closer to him, than anything else he encountered during his travels.

They weren't simply fighting. They were trying to dominate each other. The Hunter had seen such displays between people, although very rarely, and here it was again.

Finally, the tarabosaurus threw itself at the allosaurus, biting its' neck and viciously ripping it out. The wounded beast stumbled back, blood spilling from its' gaping wound, trying to roar with nothing coming out.

The tarabosaurus swiped its' tails through its' rival's legs, the dinosaur crashing down to the ground. As if to insult the opponent or rather to prove its' undisputed victory, the winner stepped forward, slamming its' foot on the fallen 's head.

It wrapped its' toes around the maw of the slain beast, piercing it with its' claws, drawing blood.

The Hunter knew that he had to have them both.

While the creature relished in its' victory, covering the allosaurus's head with the dirt and mud, the Hunter prepared his spear. He examined his new prey, licking his lips as he looking at its' feet, imagining their smell, their texture on his skin. He tightened his grip and silently encroached towards the mighty beast.

But he was too excited, to inpatient, not really thinking of a plan and he was spotted, just as the monster in front of him lifted its' leg and was ready to leave. It gazed onto the small hunter, its' eyes aflame. It jumped forward, ready to rip him apart.

But he was quick. Dodging to one side and stabbing the dinosaur in the leg as it passed him by. Grabbing the spear tight, the Hunter flew alongside the beast, as it roared in pain. It halted its' dash just as quickly as it had started it.

It reached down, trying to its' jaw wide agape, but, in the brink of time, in the nick of time the Hunter pulled out his knife, managing to slice into the beast's gums.

It roared once more and the Hunter jumped away. The monster lunged at him for the second time, but this time the Hunter was ready.

At the very last second, he jumped, the dinosaur crashing into the rock behind him, shattering its's fangs. In its' confused state, the Hunter managed to jump on top of the beast and began to violently stab it in the back of the neck, until he finally penetrated its' rough hide.

The beast fell in an instant.

And now, he was the only true winner.

He examined the dinosaur's feet - crude, strong. He kneeled down, caressing them, feeling them. He extended his tongue, licking gently his prize - mud, grass, blood. He felt a rush. This beast was a warrior. And now, it was part of him. He squeezed and licked and sucked the feet, their absorbing their essence. His own little ritual, his own path to ambrosia.

He dragged the carcass next to the other dinosaur. Its' feet were muddy as well. But they had less blood, more dirt. A spirit of the lands. A traveler. An adventurer.

The Hunter took his time with both beasts, licking and sucking their feet, rubbing up against them. They tasted like conflict. Like a battle. Like the first battle. Like the first star to burst out, fighting against the void.

But something was off. There came a screech. A roar.

The Hunter, snapping away from his daze, looked around. There was nothing around him, but rocks and the entrance to the canyon. And there it was again. The roar.

Amidst the rocks, there was a cave and in it hid something. Something vile. Something evil. It stepped out, in all it's dark beauty - a tyrannotitan, slick black with red eyes.

The Hunter froze up. It wasn't fear. At least, not any fear that he had ever known. It was something more than that. More powerful.

The demon let out another blood-curdling shriek and charged forward. It took every single drop of willpower to for the Hunter to move out of the way. But he was not as fast as he may have wanted. The beast managed to smack him with its' tail, sending him tumbling, hitting a rock.

Everything went dark. For how long? It couldn't be said.

The Hunter barely managed to open his eyes. Through the hair, dirt and blood he could make out a silhouette. The silhouette of the monster that so easily managed to knock him off.

With a quick step, the Hunter spun around, landing on his feet, ready for the next strike, but none came. He rubbed his eyes and saw that the dinosaur had its' back turned on him. It was going for the carcasses left behind. His new totems.

A fire burned within the Hunter's heart. He grabbed his spear and ran forward. With a battle cry, he jumped, weapon ready to stab the beast. But it heard him. It stepped aside, the Hunter missing it completely.

It tried to snap its' jaws around him, but he moved quick enough to only get his shoulder grazed. With lighting speed, he went for his knife, but it was not there. He had left it by the dinosaur he had slain.

The villain moved like a liquid shadow, swaying back and forth, striking, trying to either rip the Hunter apart, or throw him off his balance.

It was like fighting against a river amidst a thunderstorm - he tried and tried and managed to survive, but he was getting tired quickly and soon enough he was going to slip up.

It was time to act.

With a might thrust, the Hunter pierced the gums of his enemy, but the dinosaur was too quick and managing to snap back, leaving the Hunter weaponless.

The creature thrashed back and forth in pain, unable get rid of the weapon stuck in its' mouth. The Hunter had to move quick.

He grabbed a fairly large boulder off the ground and with all of his strength he picked it up and spun. He spun and let go of the boulder, throwing it into the dinosaur's jaw, knocking it to one side.

Without wasting time, he grabbed a rock and jumped on top of the dazed beast and he started pummeling its' head. Strike after strike until it finally stopped moving.

He threw the rock to one side. He pulled out his spear.

He had won.

The Hunter jumped off the beast, examining the new carcass. He stopped when he the its' feet. Large, menacing. He put his hand on the foot, rubbing it gently, sliding his hand between its' claws, feeling the might of this creature.

He kneeled down once more, prepared for his communion. He started licking. Dirt, dust, crushed mold and bones. It was alluring, yet fear inducing. Diabolical. This was a creature of primordial darkness. The true heir of the void beyond. He felt a chill running through him. A strange coldness.

Surrounded by the three dinosaurs, he didn't know where to stand.

He wanted to experience the three of them. The warrior, the traveler and the blackness. Each one had its' own nuance, its' own taste, its' own feel, unlike any other. He was torn apart. He wanted to experience the thrills, the fire and the darkness all at once, but he couldn't.

So he settled on one at a time. He licked the feet of the tyrannotitan, experiencing all they had to offer - as sense of despair and isolation, but of certainty and tranquility as well. With each lick, with each touch, he felt an ancient force engulf him, as if revealing dark secrets to him. He rubbed himself as much as he could, each touch sending him in a state of euphoria.

He jumped onto the tarabosaurus. He felt like the fire of a star. The rage and passion that burnt within. Sucking on its' feet, the Hunter felt like he was sucking the life force of every prey this creature had slain. This was a force of nature, which sent his soul through whirlwind of emotions, bashing him, ripping him and splattering him into his own being.

The final carcass, the allosaurus, he tasted like freedom. Like fresh air, like cool grass, like a full belly and a drive to go forward. There was nothing stopping the Hunter run, wherever it pleased him to. He was the ruler of his own destiny.

Between these three pairs, he found something, that seemed to had been missing. He found a part of himself it today's combat.

He continued to worship the feet the only way he knew how - licking them, pressing against them and rubbing as much of his body as he could on them. This went on for hours.

Finally, as if struck by divine genius, he pulled all three carcasses together and sat between all three pair. He started rubbing one pair, licking the other and pushing himself against the third.

And a whole new world had opened in front of him.

His movements became frantic, his hands shaking, his mind overflowing with pleasure and a whole slew of other sensations that he couldn't quite comprehend. But he wanted them. He wanted them all.

Mana poured out of heaven, spilling into him, overflowing him. There was no pain. No suffering. No hunger. Here there was only ecstasy.

This was his birthright, to experience the hidden glory of the universe through the worship of the chosen beasts of the land.

This was his future. And it looked quite bright.

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