There's a Llama

Aristaios felt the powerful surge of his muscles as he ran, his body a blur against the stark white backdrop of the mountain. The distance was consumed beneath his paws and soon they were upon the poor llama. Rakia lunged first, jaws catching the rear legs, as Aristaios leaped over its back. His fores wrapped around the llama's neck with unerring precision, the force of his movement spinning them both in a controlled descent. As he twisted beneath the llama's chest, his jaws sought their target, the jugular — a lethal embrace of teeth.

The world narrowed to the pounding rhythm of his heart and the llama's frantic thrashing. Aristaios's teeth sank into the soft flesh, the taste of victory mingling with the metallic tang of blood. He felt the llama's resistance weaken, its life force ebbing away beneath his unrelenting grip.

The llama's desperate struggles grew feebler, its fate sealed by their efforts. Aristaios's focus never wavered, even as he sensed the danger of the ledge nearby. He trusted in Rakia's skill and their shared instinct to finish the kill without falling into oblivion.

With a final, decisive twist, Aristaios tightened his grip, ensuring the llama's life slipped away. The sickening crunch of bone breaking was a symphony of their coordinated attack.


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