a leaf on the wind
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Toklo's eyes skimmed the woods, brushing over the green and brown scenery dismissively. He'd grown accustomed to the trees and bushes shrouding the land. The land was not fertile - but it was not dead. It was inbetween. Toklo was a large, bulky male. Armed heavily with strong, bulky muscles from head to toe. He was outgoing to say the least. Simply putting it, he was anything but skittish. He had hard blue eyes, icy and cold with hate. Hate directed at life in general. Toklo's eyes gleamed under the sun as they fixed themselves on something in the distance, through the trees. Toklo didn't move. He was not one to jump in quickly, and end up either hurting himself, or losing what he was after. He thought things through.

Toklo was in Lupus form at the moment. In this form, speed was greatly in his favor. Although the best quality of this form, he was still strong in all other physical charecteristics. He still held the bulk, the keen sense of hearing; smelling. Running was his best though. He would use that to his advantage. Toklo hauled himself to his paws as trotted mellowly in the direction he had seen the animal. It had been a deer, if he had seen correctly. He wasn't extremely famished - not even close - but a good, hearty meal was always welcome. He'd never turn the chance away. So, he started out after the animal.

The doe was sick to say the least, he found as he neared the animal, slowly weaving through the trees, barely able to hold her weight. She would be an easy kill. That was exactly what he needed right now. A quick kill; and then, deer venison. He could already taste the meat. His mouth began to water. But he did not lose focus. He trailed the deer lightly, off to one side, nearly running next to it. He stayed in the shadows though, silent as a panther. Unheard and unseen. It was as if he was not there at all. But, he was.

Toklo hesitated for a mere second before leaping on the deer's back, swiftly bringing it to the ground in one, graceful strike. He did not snarl, and the deer did not balk. It's eyes were already somewhat glazed, and it looked as if death had already hit it. But, the deer's chest heaved, and sweat began to form as she struggled feebly. She didn't have to fight for long. Toklo would bring an end to that quite efficiently. He parted his jaws and exposed his sharp, white ivories, preparing to bring a fatal bite to the deer's warm neck.


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