perhaps, but im more into same-size meals. much more filling

Understandable.

My 'cosplay' approach is to carry around a small sachet of condiments. One of which is 'shrink powder'. ;P

pfft

It just works in those silly on-line RP's.

i know~ thing is i like being incapacitated by my meals...

you know, like this - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21233912/

That left me mildly confused. Just how do you, of average size, even hunt bucks? Never mind that in a recent pack, I was quite literally the runt.

Besides, with the packets, choices are available and that size altering concoction doesn't have to be used. And I'm just so willing because I'm aware of the natural recycling effect. Makes me immortal by being so mortal. Hardy-har-har.

hehe~

i can eat so much thanks to some handy evolution. meals are rare in my particular race's home. rare, but large.

so we evolved powerful legs and enourmous stomachs relative to our body size.

imagine a 4 foot 4 inch fox sporting a slender build, that has a stomach that wont even begin to stretch until it is filled with over a gallon of fluid. naturally - to try and uh, make this possible, we have very small intestines, kidneys, hearts, lungs, livers, all that stuff is smaller, the intestines especially.

Sounds like an interesting evolution. Big on the gas tank. But, not aimed towards pushing the long term limits. You have to talk your prey into range and hold tight. A good sprint and you'd be winded beyond belief. Large muscles need lots of intake. Not great for swiftness. Tiny lungs can't press the oxygen through for even short dashes. You even need types like me, whom only dash away for the fun of it. With lean and tender meat that literally melts in the maw.

nah, the muscles in the legs are intended to allow us to support ourselves with a large deer in our guts

we have a decent amount of stamina, me in particular, but im very fragile.

thats my main weakness. you know i said most of organs are smaller to compensate?

only by aroudn 3-4% compared to a similarly sized animal. the intestines though are the biggest hit, at over 80% smaller

but yeah, we're a clever bunch too. we tend to wound prey quickly, then stalk them. poisons are nice - especially since we found a plant that we're completely immune too that seems to cause extreme nausea, exhaustion and lack of balance in the afflicted for up to a week. very good for dealing with prey. first up thuogh is... getting a hit in, and we dont exactly blend in with our bright orange fur, so we have to play it a lot smarter.

Ah, yes,. Big brains can do a lot to compensate for such sacrifices. Hunting tools, much like you've just mentioned, for example. Ambush points. Wisdom, passed down through generations. Sure to give you the advantage to any sudden surprises that may happen to come along, as well. I wouldn't dare to tangle with the likes of a hunter so endowed with wisdom, such as yourself.

I also, if you saw the picture before, have a meter long spear with a handy blade that i can coat in the poison. keeps me a comfortable distance from my prey so as to avoid injury and serves as a multiperpose tool

I did miss that, actually. Alas, the sound weapon for a smart hunter, such as yourself.

hehe~ i designed the blade myself. Triple pronged spike where the central one creates a wound while the side mounted ones force it open.

the paw-guards on it are also sharpened so I can use them to stab with if youre more to my side than infront of me, and the side-mounted blades are also effective cutting tools. :3

i'd intended to put something on the other end, a small mace-ball perhaps, but i dont want to make it too heavy and unweildy

"My, that really sounds like a nasty contraption, all right. Forcing open wounds while feeding in neuralizing toxins to the victim, whom falls to your will so quickly. Nope. Wouldn't stand a chance to that at all. Alas, why would you want to weight it down on the stabby end, though?"

The buck casually leans over with his maw to lick along his slender side. With no real discernible reasons, a kind of bag inflates between his bite. He drops the (suddenly) sizable bag to the ground and reaches a singular hoof into the slightly open end. "Perhaps, you don't really have need for too much clutter." says the deer as his hoof withdraws a kind of circular looking thing. Three proportionate, gleaming balls line the discus, brownish item. With no warning and a keen eye, the buck masterfully raises the strange item, vibrating his hoof in small motions to make the item come alive. It produces a sharp, whistling sound before a slight guillotine lethal tone accompanies it. The buck lets it fly from his hoof with in-explainable accuracy towards an innocent tree within vision range. "After all, got to leave something for the victim to have hope with."

Several limbs of the distant tree erupt into violent crackling sounds as tiny blades slice through it's growth with ease.

Distracted by the unexplained weapon, you think that you hear another sound, far closer. Taking a look...the deer is no longer there in your presence.

hehe... weird technological devices... glad we dont have to cope with those often...

The softly screaming device races back in a boomerang fashion after causing massive destruction to the innocent tree, despite having little appearance of being aerodynamically challenged. It brakes about ten feet above the small bag that is still sitting there and suddenly tips down, falling into the small slit, removing all traces of sound along with it's vanishing act.

You are now alone with nothing but the bag and the world around you.

*he stares quietly then hops off to go hunting*

The buck's long gone, hiding out in a forest realm that's outside the doorsteps of a massive complex home...hidden deep inside the Flea Bag.

(Oh...and if anyone's even remotely curious...I've had the Flea Bag in use for RP'ing for over twenty-five years. LONG before that Fantastic Beasts movie was ever a thing, I'm almost certain.)

After waiting a long time, the buck's head finally pops out from the innocent bag upon the ground.

awoo? uhhh you're an... interesting deer arent you?

"Eeep!"

He starts to duck back in, then hesitates.

"Could...say that. Don't exactly graze for the sake of grazing, after all."

The buck stares at you for a few seconds, before saying "Oh...what the hey." and steps out of the bag. His whole image becomes translucent into that of a more freestanding water appearance. "Captain Jameson of the TriCylian Ragnarok. At your service."

Reaches into the bag and pulls out a post card. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12717047/