03-10-2008, 10:54 PM
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He had basically adopted the dead, desolate land as his new home, content to eat anything and everything that crossed his path, be it dead or alive, canine or not. He was a sick bastard, and none of those kind of values and virtues mattered to him; food was food, and he wouldn't be picky. Fussy eating wasn't in him, and he would gladly kill wolves to eat their less-than-appetizing flesh, but he hadn't a chance to wonder whether Hybrid's claims were true.
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He had basically adopted the dead, desolate land as his new home, content to eat anything and everything that crossed his path, be it dead or alive, canine or not. He was a sick bastard, and none of those kind of values and virtues mattered to him; food was food, and he wouldn't be picky. Fussy eating wasn't in him, and he would gladly kill wolves to eat their less-than-appetizing flesh, but he hadn't a chance to wonder whether Hybrid's claims were true.
Hybrid. That fucked up, arrogant, twisted, beautiful bitch.
He sighed heavily, glaring at the ground, and stood from his lying position. He had chosen, then, to remain in Secui form, stalking forward through the death all around him in search of any hint of something alive that he could attempt to kill for some fresh food and the scent of blood that hadn't yet drained away.