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Post by zury on Jul 10, 2005 14:34:07 GMT -6
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize..." she babbled. "How about I go catch you a goat?" she offered.
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Post by Warlock on Jul 10, 2005 14:40:56 GMT -6
He sat down, long bushy tail curled about his forepaws, and glared at her. "I doubt you could catch one," he said. "And I prefer to hunt alone, anyway."
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Post by zury on Jul 10, 2005 14:48:03 GMT -6
"I'll get you one, bring it back here, and leave you alone." she offered.
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Post by Warlock on Jul 10, 2005 14:51:00 GMT -6
Wordlessly, he stood, and turned, following the goat's hoofprints. He was sure he would find more this way. He didn't need the help of this girl...
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Post by zury on Jul 10, 2005 14:53:34 GMT -6
She frowned and took flight, flying against the snow which was fun. She put her coat on her front side to at least protect that.
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Post by Warlock on Jul 10, 2005 15:02:51 GMT -6
He padded silently through the snow until he came upon the herd. He stopped then, and, using the rocks to hide his body, began to circle them, looking for likely prey.
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Post by zury on Jul 10, 2005 15:05:11 GMT -6
She tried silently to settle herself down in a oddly full tree, hiding and watching.
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Post by Warlock on Jul 10, 2005 15:16:05 GMT -6
At last, he spotted an individual that looked as though they would be fairly easy to take down. An old male, limping at the edge of the herd. Saliva dripping from his jaws, Malison leapt, landing hard on the goat's back. There was a noise of breaking bone, and the goat lay still, save for the twitching of its limbs as it went into rigor mortis.
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Post by zury on Jul 10, 2005 15:20:19 GMT -6
She shuddered and looked away, not liking the sight of so much blood around. Poor goat. She then thought about the earlier attacks on her and smirked. At least they got what was coming to them.
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Post by Warlock on Jul 11, 2005 9:24:26 GMT -6
As the scent of blood filled the air, the goats fled. Malison lowered his head and began to feed, sharp fangs tearing at the goat's still-warm body.
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Post by zury on Jul 11, 2005 12:31:59 GMT -6
She dropped down behind him after a few moments, just watching silently.
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Post by Warlock on Jul 11, 2005 12:37:05 GMT -6
Soft growls came from him as he fed, and there were sounds of tearing flesh as powerful jaws tore at the body. When he was finished, he raised his head, his powerful maw dripping blood.
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Post by zury on Jul 12, 2005 9:16:02 GMT -6
"Have fun?" she asked, looking at the bloody carcass before her. She shuddered at the sight. It wasn't right, even if the goats were mean to her...
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Post by Warlock on Jul 12, 2005 10:28:58 GMT -6
He stretched, arching his back and flexing his retractile claws. "Killing is never 'fun' for me," he says. "It's merely a necessary evil."
He was unlike most other wolves in that he did not enjoy the hunt, or even the kill. However, there was a strong sense of survival within him that would not allow him to starve.
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Post by zury on Jul 12, 2005 10:33:20 GMT -6
She opened her mouth to say something but only shook her head. "I guess I've never been one to like see animals kill others, even if I do eat meat."
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