Elsewhere in the jungle, Chiss watched, waited.  This was the most boring part of any hunt, as any Arach knew, but at the same time, it was also one of the most necessary.  Every Arach was taught as much from a young age, from the lowliest servant to those warriors who might one day become Generals, or even Queens.  Stay still, stay camouflaged, and let your prey come to you.  Let it get within striking distance before striking, rather than giving it the chance to force you to chase it.  This same maxim held true for creatures both small and great, even creatures as great as the one before her now.<br/><br/>It was a four-legged creature, as tall at the shoulders as a member of the Arach warrior caste.  Fortunately, rather than being held up high, its long neck was constantly tilted forward, its bulky body not able to handle the strain of pumping blood up such lengths against the flow of gravity for very long.  The creature's neck and shoulders were well-reinforced, its head horned, both marking it as a male of the species, used to using them in long, jousting charges with other males and various local predators.<br/><br/>Such creatures, called Rams in the Arach tongue, ordinarily populated the grasslands of Gossamer, but this particular specimen had made the mistake of foraging into the jungle in search of water, and was even now unaware of the Arach hunters that were moving into position behind it...<br/><br/>When the Ram reached a certain point along the path, Chiss stepped out, facing it down and lowering her own upper body forward.  With all four arms supporting her on the ground, she ran one of her legs through the dirt, kicking up a little dust.  A clear challenge...  And one that the stupid creature couldn't resist, as it readied itself for a charge as well, glaring up at her from under its horns.  For just a few seconds, they faced off against one another, waiting for just the right moment to charge...  And then the Ram charged forward!<br/><br/>The Arach stood her ground as the creature charged, its hooves thundering as it propelled itself towards her at high speed.  However, right at the point where its horns should have been crushing the hunter before it into paste, it suddenly felt a weight on its neck.  The Arach hunter had jumped at the last second, and now, holding on for dear life to that long neck, her legs clamping on tightly, she bent her upper body back, almost parallel to her lower body, and waited.<br/><br/>Before long, the beast halted, having realized what was happening to it.  Shaking its neck, it attempted to dislodge the Arach, and when that didn't work, it began to buck and sway, trying to actively knock her off.  Moments like these were what Chiss lived for, however, and for all its effort, all that the creature managed to do was to grind one of its vertebrae into that special soft place between the Arach's two legs, eliciting a moan from the hunter at the sudden stimulation.<br/><br/>Then came the flash of white before her eyes that she was waiting for, and the Arach reached out, grabbing hold of the length of webbing that had been lowered down in front of her.  Hooking the loop under the creature's horns, she straightened back up, then tilted forwards again, arms wrapping around the beast's neck now, and off to the sides, her subordinates pulled on that length of silken rope.  Suddenly, much to its surprise, the beast found its neck lifting up, up, up...<br/><br/>Forced to balance on its hind legs, the Ram tried its best to figure out what was happening to it, front legs kicking feebly against the air.  Taking the opportunity available to her, Chiss slid down the beast's long neck, cooing with pleasure as the bony vertebrae bumped and ground against her sex.  Putting her stronger arms forward as she hit the beast's shoulders, she flipped off of it and landed gracefully behind the creature, the wet trail down its neck the only sign that she had been on it in the first place.<br/><br/>Ahhhh...  She loved hunting.  And soon enough, when the helpless Ram's circulatory system failed it and it fainted from a lack of blood going to its brain, her subordinates would raise it up into the trees and begin webbing it up nice and neat for their queen.<br/><br/>Then, she would be able to show the younger girls under her wing the perks of hunting magnificent male prey...