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[As with all my stories, none of this writing is final and it is subject to change frequently!]
An unfortunate Huggy Buddy's irony-scented blood was seeping out onto Baba Chop's pale hooves. The black sheep's wool was tinting red if you peered close enough, and oh, how that pleased her... Behind her, Allister Gator was beating the crap out of another poor toy with his enormous claws, purposefully ignoring the pleading for mercy. Maggie Mako was wildly devouring a mini DogDay alive with its pure white, fluffy stuffing staining a dark, beautiful red that meant one thing for the Nightmare Critters: a glorious feast for all eight pack members. Icky Licky was bashing a mini Picky Piggy with his gooey, bulky, extended tongue, which proved to be strangely effective. Touille, unlike the others, was crunching on the few chunks of trash he'd scavenged himself.
Simon Smoke was exhaling steady, crispy hot fire breath upon a small Hoppy Hopscotch, whose head was already charred black as a result. Rabie Baby was gulping blood from a fresh Huggy Buddy corpse, including a few delighted sounds thanks to the recent, lingering warmth of the ruby-colored liquid. Poe was perched reclusively atop a long dead, mangled corpse, showing no signs of feeding on anything as of now. The knife in Baba Chop's hoove had gore dripping ominously on the floor. Plink, plink, plink... Baba Chops menacingly slurped the knife clean of the scarlet liquid with a single lick.
Allister Gator chomped down on the miserable toy's arm, wrenching at it with his powerful jaws before shredding it off their plush body. The alligator critter swallowed the body part with ease as a low, guttural growl rippled from within his throat. Maggie Mako had finished a while back ago, resting on all four legs while grinning smugly, feeling rather satisfied with the damage she had caused. Icky Licky as well had his fill for food, having consumed a decent amount for a poison dart frog. Simon Smoke successfully burnt the small Hoppy Hopscotch to the point the tiny Smiling Critter had been killed and scorched alive. The dragon brutally pried the corpse's head off and rabidly gobbled it up with the enthusiasm of a child on Christmas day ripping their gifts open.
"This is ridiculous," Poe finally grumbled after a silence stretching for a few seconds.
"You're ridiculous!" Rabie Baby mocked in return, yanking her fangs out of the recent corpse and grinning toothily at the raven.
Maggie Mako smirked arrogantly at the exchange, "That's the energy we need, Rabie! Keep up the enthusiasm!"
Rabie Baby struck a dramatic pose, "Will do, Maggie! Drama? Sold! Gossip? Extra sold!" She purred, puffing up pridefully.
Allister Gator rolled his eyes lazily, "The only thing you actually need is a zipper to shut you up."
Rabie Baby gasped in offense hard enough to qualify as a vacuum cleaner, "HOW DARE YOU!!"
Allister Gator yawned groggily, "Whatever."
Icky Licky offered a nonchalant shrug, "He ain't wrong, though."
Baba Chops spoke up, quiet, but absolutely there, "What part of hunting involves judging our own pack member's skills...?"
Every Nightmare Critter's eyes locked onto Baba Chops, after all, she didn't speak much, if at all.
Touille perked and interjected, "None of it, if I remember correct!"
Baba Chops nodded firmly, "Right. No one should judge the other's skills if we all get our share. Understood?"
The other critters seemed to get the message, and resumed whatever they were doing.
Simon Smoke huffed a cloud of coal-colored fumes, "Baba is the leader of us, listen to her. She knows what is best for us."
If Simon Smoke told the pack that, then surely that meant there was a reason for Baba Chops' position as the pack leader. That concluded their hourly hunting session. It was time to return to The Doctor's domain once again.