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A Feast
Aug 1, 2011 14:01:50 GMT -6
Post by Ֆრøʞiɛ on Aug 1, 2011 14:01:50 GMT -6
Eder's mouth tore at the succulent strands of muscle that were once glued to the wolf's body. The carcass was fresh, the male had just killed the pathetic rouge, and it tasted oh so good. He smiled as the blood rolled off of his tongue and down his grey chest. His ear bled as well-- not from the dead wolf's claws (oh he had barely put up a fight at all, much to Eder's disappointment) but from his own. Yet another notch was formed on the male's grey ear, another number added to the statistics.
The wolf raised his head, suddenly aware of another presence in the area. He could hear their thoughts before he could hear their physical movements, and he didn't recognize the inner voice. Another meal? Too bad I'm no longer hungry... Slightly upset that he wouldn't be able to feast on this latest rouge, Eder turned towards the sound of the approaching wolf, listening to their thoughts with a cruel smile. Oh it was so fun to kill, and so fun to invade other's minds.
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A Feast
Aug 1, 2011 14:41:28 GMT -6
Post by Jayie on Aug 1, 2011 14:41:28 GMT -6
A large, heavily scarred, black she-wolf with horrible burns on her face and shoulder padded through the barren forest, her golden eyes gleaming cruelly. The wolf, Tenma's, thoughts consisted mainly of the pack who's terra she was in. She intended to go to the alpha and ask to join. No harm if she couldn't. She was as well off alone as with a pack.
Tenma soon caught the scent of a wolf's blood. Was there a injured wolf nearby? She grinned slowly and cruelly. Perhaps she could go finish them off. The scent was, however, accompanied by the scent of death. Her excitement faded. A dead wolf was of no interest to her.
There was another scent, similar to the Assasains' border. An Assasain, most likely. Tenma followed the scent, eventually coming upon a large gray wolf feasting on s wolf carcass. She pricked her ears with interest. She'd never heard of s canibal wolf before. It was an interesting idea, although not particusrly tasteful to her.
Tenma padded forward to stand before the Assasain. She wasted no time on greetings. "Are you an Assasain?" She asked the wolf with her head held high.
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