The days were growing longer, and Hinge could feel it. The length of the suns beams were hard against his obsidian bodice. Feeling the toll of being a midnight colored brute, his foe in the summer was now the rays of the sun, causing the oversized brute to pant brutally into the day. He became accustomed to having to fend for himself before the sun made her appearance in the skies to throw him down. The morning was still young, and the tired brute lifted his heavy eye lids as his jaws pulled carefully at the rich pink hue of the salmon beneath him. Skin and flesh pulling slowly with his jaws as his dial arched and his nose wrinkled as he fed silently.
The fair grasses beneath him were still cool with the dampness of the morning, having yet felt the morning sun beam down upon him, at least his underline was safe for now. Silver optics faded as the brute continued his meal in silence, the gentle winds quietly whispering over the oasis, his scent lifting with it from where he lied.
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