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i found an old one (2019) that i wrote down for myself
i am with a slightly cartoonish larger bully bro (whos not that bad a guy) and a black haired girl at the riverbank, standing at the floor of a tall vertical drop in the river. there is a coming flood approaching, there's no official warning for it or anything but we are aware of it from signs like the river waterfall randomly gushing out tons of water for a second.
we have two boats, an inflatable light blue rubber raft the bully made on a whim and some small wooden boat or something.
Hololive's Fubuki (who i contextually refer to as White Fubuki), who is a part of our group, is still not back from wherever she left for a while ago. i start to worry so i go to look for her
i go up the vertical river drop to the upper plataeu (the river drop is about 30-50ft? high), which is a large expanse of light-orange sand and brown rock sandy desert with a rocky mountain range in the distance along my right, a small rock wall 6-10ft off of the left side follows along the river.
along the left of the river i see Fubuki coming back, who is in her white fox form (which is a thing in context). i call out to her, saying stuff like "White Fubuki!" she doesnt notice me yet because a larger male white fox is harassing her by getting in her face and aggressive body language like that. i go up to him and hold him like holding back a dog by the head while Fubuki continues down to where the rest are.
the male fox is persistently trying to follow her like a horny dog, so i lead him to the opposite side of the river from Fubuki. me and the male fox jump down to the bottom of the river drop, where the group has two more dudes with them and they are all stocking up our boats for the coming flood (on the opposite side of the river). the river is like 7-15ft wide and shallow enough to have those two dudes stand in the middle of it but it's still a separation.
i start a fight with the male fox, who at this point has become a lion.
i hold the lion down on its back while it tries to turn itself over. i bite his chest and rip out a chunk of his chest and heart. I am a primate at this point. There's not really bleeding. The lion dies shortly after that attack.
i guess i should do something about these animal corpses. i call out to the two guys, who are animal scientists (zoologists?) who joined the group recently (who we mostly consider as strangers) and ask them if they want two animal corpses.
i back up to let them at the lion and monkey corpses (the monkey at this point is not me, and it also died) which they examine (i think to myself that they would probably want to examine a lion as it were dying). eventually they zip them into body bags.
i try to figure out how they'll be able to fit the body bags into our boats. they might not be able to, we'd have to like sit on top of the body bags, we already have 2 storage containers full of stuff that already might be too heavy for the boats.
I wake up.
honestly I remember the adrenaline of ripping the chunk out of the lion's chest
