Rhino What You're Thinking...

Like a moth to a flame, the bruise dark giant was drawn to the call. To the hunt. Always the hunt. Long legs drew him across the plains at breakneck speed, skull between muscular shoulders and hackles bristling with fervour. As he stumbled upon the party of mismatched hunters, he slowed long enough to notice a distinctive familiarity in a few of them. Those were some awfully purple pelts. And some awfully devious expressions. That.. would be addressed later.

Blood rushed in his ears, tension pulled his muscles taut as bowstrings. Lingering on the outer fringes of the gathering, just long enough to hear the instructions by the leader of the party. The target, an adult rhinoceros. The strategy, run it down. Drive it into a pit a short ways away, and drag the pieces out once it was dead at the bottom.

He craved the simplicity, mindlessness of the chase. So when the first of the hunters took off, the violet giant followed suit. Long strides with long legs, paws thundering heedlessly against the dirt. Rhinoceros' had shit eyes, small and beady and only good for detecting movement in their vicinity. Their ears, on the other hand, were large and mobile. So he was going to be as loud as he wanted while he chased that thing to its grave, relying on the sheer volume of his peers to amplify the threat to the massive creature and goad it into fleeing.