Post by gummybear on Jun 1, 2012 11:03:44 GMT -5
The thick pads of my paws dig into the ground. 'Faster,' the little voice in my head declares. The solid muscles ripple under my grey coat, but it is completly useless against the hunger in my body. My ears swivel in all directions, trying to pick up a trail. I stop short, and raise my head and breath in the clear air. A heavy, husky smell greets my nose, and that can only mean on thing-elk. Happy with my small vistory, I began to do one of my favorite pastimes-track. I lower my head and began to follow the maze, right when I hear the thunder.
My body automatically tenses. The muscles, tense, begin to tremble, and I rush under the cover of the Evergreen trees that populate the forest. Through the warm weather, I feel cold and clammy. This was like before. The final day of Chava, my loving sister, and Suakari, my playful brother. Also the day that I left the pack. I begin to whine softly, and I bury myself in the fallen leafs that cover the floor of the forest. Some wolfs call this wimpy; I call it surviving. The first droplets of the rain drag me to my senses. No matter how evil the rain is, the hunger is stronger. I drag myself out of my little den of leaves, and force my body onward. The Elk trail that I found is long gone, thanks to the rain. I curse under my breath. Lowering my head, I track again, but realize that the majority of the fun has gone out of it. Finally, a lighter smell, the scent of either a large fox, or a wolverine, wafts into my nose. I follow the trail, silently prowling through the forest. Deadly. I move into a clearing when I see the sillioute of a large wolverine.
A low growl claws out of my throat. The prey turns to me, smirking at my size. I always give them a chance to run and hide- my mother claimed that it was one of my flaws. My muscles tense, I coil, and then launch into the air. The wolverine now senses danger, and turns to run, when my claws sink into his back. My strong jaws clamp down, and within a second, it's all over. I make sure to hunt quickly, only because that insures that the animal is in as little pain as possible. Again, another flaw, according me mother.
After the skin is pulled back, I lower my head and begin to eat greedily. The hunger of not eating for two days is enough to drive me crazy-huger consumes me quickly. The wolverine meat is firm and fatty-grease sprays everywhere. When I was younger, killing seemed so cruel to me. Why didn't we just eat the fruit like the herbivores did? I was scolded and was sent to hunt foxes, but I felt guilty as I tore the life away from it. It is now second nature-the circle of life, if you will.
I was still gnawing the carcass of the snooty wolverine, when the hair prickles on my back. Someone, or something, is watching me this very second. I crouch over my poor prey, drag my lips up, expose my teeth, and give a ferocious snarl that scares even me. Red streaks my snout, making me even more fierce looking. I slowly come up from my crouch, and circle around the wolverine, and stare into the forest, my ears tense. I have almost convinced myself that there is nothing out there, when my blue eyes meet someone else’s.
My body automatically tenses. The muscles, tense, begin to tremble, and I rush under the cover of the Evergreen trees that populate the forest. Through the warm weather, I feel cold and clammy. This was like before. The final day of Chava, my loving sister, and Suakari, my playful brother. Also the day that I left the pack. I begin to whine softly, and I bury myself in the fallen leafs that cover the floor of the forest. Some wolfs call this wimpy; I call it surviving. The first droplets of the rain drag me to my senses. No matter how evil the rain is, the hunger is stronger. I drag myself out of my little den of leaves, and force my body onward. The Elk trail that I found is long gone, thanks to the rain. I curse under my breath. Lowering my head, I track again, but realize that the majority of the fun has gone out of it. Finally, a lighter smell, the scent of either a large fox, or a wolverine, wafts into my nose. I follow the trail, silently prowling through the forest. Deadly. I move into a clearing when I see the sillioute of a large wolverine.
A low growl claws out of my throat. The prey turns to me, smirking at my size. I always give them a chance to run and hide- my mother claimed that it was one of my flaws. My muscles tense, I coil, and then launch into the air. The wolverine now senses danger, and turns to run, when my claws sink into his back. My strong jaws clamp down, and within a second, it's all over. I make sure to hunt quickly, only because that insures that the animal is in as little pain as possible. Again, another flaw, according me mother.
After the skin is pulled back, I lower my head and begin to eat greedily. The hunger of not eating for two days is enough to drive me crazy-huger consumes me quickly. The wolverine meat is firm and fatty-grease sprays everywhere. When I was younger, killing seemed so cruel to me. Why didn't we just eat the fruit like the herbivores did? I was scolded and was sent to hunt foxes, but I felt guilty as I tore the life away from it. It is now second nature-the circle of life, if you will.
I was still gnawing the carcass of the snooty wolverine, when the hair prickles on my back. Someone, or something, is watching me this very second. I crouch over my poor prey, drag my lips up, expose my teeth, and give a ferocious snarl that scares even me. Red streaks my snout, making me even more fierce looking. I slowly come up from my crouch, and circle around the wolverine, and stare into the forest, my ears tense. I have almost convinced myself that there is nothing out there, when my blue eyes meet someone else’s.
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Notes: Rawr. I’m a vicious hunter. I’m headed to the fridge to grab an apple, lol
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Tags: Completely open!
Notes: Rawr. I’m a vicious hunter. I’m headed to the fridge to grab an apple, lol
Other: Adding a signature soon!
