The large bull orca stepped into the tent, ducking down as he did so. His slick black and white skin reflecting campfire and highlighting his toned muscles with great detail. He wore a brown leather loincloth that had designs of animals in a tribal fashion weaved into them. A knife hung from the belt of the loincloth, the lower part of it anchored by a strip of leather tied around his enormous right thigh. The Orca sniffed and snorted at the stale air. He glanced over at the jumble of furs that you resided within before slipping back out of the tent. You breathed a sigh of relief, only to inhale sharply as the Orca returned, tugging the carcass of a deer into his tent. Your nose and senses told you of recent death and your flight response wanted to kick in. You however gritted your teeth, knowing this may lead to a chance for a meal. The Orca dropped the deer on the dirt floor, his large tail sweeping behind him as he began to crouch down. His tail passed over you and his enormous rear crashed to the ground in front of the furs. Unlike the front of his loincloth, the back was only a thong in which the leather disappeared into his heavy cheeks. The sound of flint against stone, followed by light erupting to what was still visible past the giant figure told you he had started a fire. The Orca pulled his knife from its sheath and set to work carving the deer. You crouched back down and waited, hoping for an opportunity to grab some cooked meat. Your brief thought distracted you long enough for you to fail to notice the Orca reach behind himself and grabbing the fur above you.
With a quick motion he ripped it off, exposing you to the room. You held still, but when your eyes darted to see him setting the fur out next to himself, you relaxed and quickly dove behind a wrinkle in the fur that was still beneath you. You waited for awhile, as the Orca cut up the carcass, placing the red meat onto the fur that had been above you. When he was finished the giant male rotated himself to where he was facing the meat pile. You watched his heavy rear slide, kicking up a storm of dust as he did so. His hands and mouth glistened red in the fire light, from working and tasting his kill it seemed.
His knife moved with adept precision as he worked on the slabs of flesh, cutting away sinew and tossing it to the side. As he worked you couldn't help admire the Orcas chest and abs as he towered over your hiding spot. Eventually he finished and rotated back to the fire, beginning to cook the meat. You decide...
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