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Post by αεɾïṉ on Jul 16, 2010 23:49:31 GMT -5
Puffs of dirt billowed from the wads of darkness, giving off a soft, soothing sound, similar to the steady breathing of a sleeping child. The black paws paused, their owner beholding a look of sorrow and dread, not at all like the sounds of his movements. he breathed in deeply, empty, green eyes glowing with a never-ending thirst – thirst for power and destruction. His long, rough ears pricked forwards, waiting for any signs of motion.
he drew back his lips, barring his teeth in a silent snarl. Once again, this brujo, Aerin, trotted forward, his movements blending with the dancing of the wind. His stomach growled, yet he ignored the immensely powerful urge to hunt. Remaining on track was far more important at this time. Suddenly, the scent of blood rushed to his nostrils, and now the urge was far too irresistible. Slinking forwards, he approached the young, wounded animal, giving it a violent, wolf grin.
He frightened it into an attempt to run, but it was far too weak from the loss of blood. Without having to wear it out much, he sank his deadly weapons into its tender neck, feeling the pulse slowly disappear. He dropped his muzzle to swallow the warm, fresh meat, enjoying the feeling of it slipping down his throat.Released from the bothersome whining in his stomach, he stood to his fullest height, listening to the steady tripping of blood from his crimson-stained maw. he slurped up as much as he could, attempting to clean the remains from his furry muzzle. Yet now his mind regained focus on what he had come here for – his request to join the pack that resided here, In time though, he figured he would test the waters. Why he had ever decided to actually try to join was beyond his instincts. he was desperate – he needed to feel as if he had a purpose. he adored the life of a loner, the freedom and entertainment that came along with it.
But life was beginning to get boring and pointless. he felt the urge to have to be able to do something from time to time, stronger every moment he felt it. It hurt him severely – making him more angry and violent than before. Besides, perhaps he’d get chances to kill something if he was with a pack. he wasn’t sure – he didn’t know how pack wolves lived their lives. As he stood there, thinking, a sudden thought crossed his mind. What if their life was just like what I have now? I’m willing to take chances Aerin growled in his head, blinking in the bright sunlight. he gave a long, frustrated sigh. He sat there looking around and then finally rose up and headed towards the smell of water. He stepped out and looked over the water. It was calm and silent. Two things that Aerin tried to be, though many times it failed.
He stepped closer to the water and looked down at his reflection in the calm water. He turned his head and looked at the scar that laced his neck. He flicked his ears back and then went and scream but nothing came out. he sighed and then turned his head and snorted some. Curse the day i was wounded! he hissed at himself as he sat there. He turned back to the water as a soft splash was made. He seen a fish had jumped out and then went back into the water. He stood up and looked around and wagged his tail, He had always loved to fish. He leaped into the water and began to paddle around until he felt the fish scatter. He smiled and then threw his head under and tried to catch one in his mouth. He came up and his face was soaking wet, though no fish. he snorted and kept on swimming till he got tired and headed towards the land. He climbed out and shook the water sending little water droplets every where. He sat down still some what wet and looked at the sky and then back at the water just staring at the water.
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