"Sssh," Camohtli pauses with his broad hand.

Crouching, the mighty smilodon gazes past the towering blades of grass. Sacred is the hunt. Him and his party, dawned in their sacred loincloths and warpaints, attempt to be as one with the earth. And, like an affront to the gods, the soil beneath his bare feet quakes.

BOOM! CRUNCH! THRASH!

As quickly as it strikes, a tennis shoe larger than any Hayacastian structure he'd ever seen collides a weed's length away. The hydra laces, whipping like lightning, buffets his hearing with the concussive destruction of air before disappearing further down their path of destruction.

From his forward position, the cacophonous garble of Neotrian giants, poking and gesturing each other overhead, leap and stride past the micro hunting part. His ears, even pinned forward, catches the hissing plight of his fellow hunters at the missed death of rubber-sole. He squints at the denim legs, bulking like a mighty stump, as they contort with more muscle and power than his tiny form could ever hope to muster.

Fear suits him poorly.

Nostrils flaring, Camohtli churns his tongue within his tight jaw, tasting the dried, mighty canines protruding from his face. And, from his hiding hole of mother earth, he fumes, wishing a thousand lashes upon the titans beyond. To stab with his pig-metal spear tip. To upturn the heels that often tread upon his people in both body and spirit.

But that day, Camohtli sighs, eyes ever upward at the fading mountains, is not today.

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