El Dia De El Muerte

[Monkey Monk]

The tall grasses of a not so distant plain moved. Within their confines a creature aproached. All there was to signal where that being tredded was a black tail. Curious patterns of red and white swirled within the colorage. After a while of being hidden, the grasses pulled away and out strode a thin wolf. His pelt was the same as his tail. Those curious patterns gave an almost nightmarish look to the being. Vicious green eyes stared around silently.

The hip bones of this mascu stuck out far, a sign of near death hunger maybe. His muscles were not bulky, yet they were strong and made him quick as lightning. Several silver studs shone from his left ear. The right side of the wolven's face was covered in ropy scars. A large pair of leathery wings with the same colorage as his pelt were folded over his sides, almost as to hide the protruding ribs. Beneath that pair of powerful wings was another. Yet these ones were smaller in size.

Soon this pitiful being trekked into the packlands. His mind was swirling with the near madness of sun and hunger. He was unaware of his position or place. The starving mascu got maybe a few steps further into the borders until his knees buckled. With an audible thud the being fell face first into the ground. A cloud of dust rose up and when it settled one could see the unconcious form of the mascu.

[Relairah]

Silver orbs peared about the plain, gazing up at the sky and then down at his moving paws, and then once more to the plain around him. A large, white hare hung loosely from his long, thick maw, set in a large, round head, with large ears that were lying flat against his head. Black fur rippled slightly with his trotting movement, and his long, extremely bushy tail hung behind him. No wings were on this muscular black creature. neck was medium in size, but might be mistaken for rather short from the great bulk of muscle that was carried beneath the black pelt of extremely bushy fur. It was held on a long, round body, carrying large muscles beneath bulky shoulders and thighs. His limbs were long beneath him, on large black paws.

Suddenly, he stopped, standing there. His breaths came in short pants as his sides moved in and out. His tongue did not lull, though it would have if it weren't for the large hare in his powerful jaws. His ears jerked up and twitched about. Maw lifted to sniff the air, then fell so that large, silver orbs gazed around for what he sought. He was sure he had heard something, something fall.

At last, he saw what he was searching for. He saw the collapsed form of the mascu, and gently, slowly moved towards him. The fellow seemed rather old, or perhaps it was only the matter of his thinnes and weakness. He laid the hare down gently, and gazed at the mascu for a long while. He sniffed him. No, he was not dead, merely, fainted? He cocked his head in question, but surely the wolven was in need of aid. He sat down quietly, curling his tail around his hinds and watching the mascu. Perhaps he was in need of water.

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[Monkey Monk]

That curiously patterned tail twitched slightly as the other aproached. The four wings shifted slightly as the creature stirred. Those rock hard muscles tensed and relaxed. Eye lids snapped open and nostrils flared. Those vibrant green orbs swiveled around before the creature leapt to his feet. The light gleamed off the dusty silver studs set into the being's ear. He looked around for a moment before noticing the other mascu.

The male wolven gazed upon the other briefly before trekking back on his path. It was an odd reaction indeed. Even more odd the creature paused as if thinking, never looking back mind you, and then shrugging before resuming his pace.

[Relairah]

The bulky, black furred mascu stepped back slightly in surprise as the other stirred, and sat back on his haunches, picking up the hare once more. A look of confusion came to his face briefly.

He cocked his head to the side as he watched the mascu take up his pace once more, and sat there a moment, wondering if he should follow him or should merely go his own way. After a moment of thinking this to himself, he stood once more and trotted after him.

"Are you going to be okay?" he asked, his voice slightly muffled from the hare in his mouth, and he waited patiently for the mascu's answer, yet wondering greatly, for this mascu looked in no great shape at all, or at least to this brute's eyes he did not.

[Monkey Monk]

The masculine paused and looked back at the other. His eyes glared at them for a moment then lost their sharpness. Rips were highly visible through the tough skin of his chest. With a raspy, deep voice that wolven spoke, his spanish accent heavy. "I am meerely in starvation. Nothing big for me."

[Relairah]

The brute paused as the wolf turned and looked at him, auds swivled as he spoke, and his large silvery orbs fell to the hare in his mouth. He looked once more at the mascu and then slowly put the hare on the ground once more, partially so he could speak clearly.

"I see," he said, pausing for a moment, then continuing, "You want this then?" he asked slowly, tossing the hare toward him.

[Monkey Monk]

The nightmaric mascu looked at the dead hare in disgust. "Quite frankely no. I prefer to break my fast when the food is still quivering and it's heart is still beating the tune of life." His four wings twitched slightly at his side.

[Relairah]

The hare that was dead had only just been killed previously to this, but even so, it was apparent he didn't want it, and so the black brute shrugged and picked it up once more, sighing slightly, "I could take you to the hunting grounds, or something," he said slowly, unsure even now if he should just walk away and leave this mascu to his own business.

[Monkey Monk]

With a sigh the mascu turned and began walking again. Oh how he longed for the old days. The days of conquest. The days when he had run through the rainforests chasing after aztecs. He still remembered the day that indian shaman had made him this demonlike creature. He remembered the taste of that human's blood.

[Relairah]

The brute watched him, then turned and started at a trott, going off the other way once more, continuing on his way, and his ears twitching, as if expecting some words to come from the other, he went at this trott, should he need to turn and follow him once more, yet he decided perhaps the other wouldn't care, and so, he simply went on his way.

[Monkey Monk]

The mascu licked his chops as he reminisced about that kill so many centuries ago. His eyes glazed over as his thirst for fresh blood grew. With a shake of his head he controlled this urge and kept trekking.