04-05-2011, 02:17 PM
A poor excuse for a wolf limped along. He looked to be walking dead. His body gashed and gnawed. Patchwork sewing, poorly done, was visible. Fur was mated and caked with blood. Normally peppered with white fur, which was now hard to see. His black fur which had a purple sheen was not so. His look was the dull and grotesque look of dried blood. An eye was swollen shut; every movement seemed to cause him pain as his face winced. He was lucky to have survived. Even Argul himself was surprised he had made it and it felt he was on the road to a long recovery, now. His spirits were a little higher, due to this. It took all his energy just to survive and run for these days. Only his love for trapping animals and vast knowledge of outdoor livings allowed him to do this. He was surely dead if it not for this. Trapping animals allowed him to preserve energy.
Suddenly he perked up, a distinct smell caught his nose. The smell a wolf, but not just a wolf, one who was with a pup or had a pup, but there was also the smell of death. His interest peaked. He had felt weak and vulnerable, his armor shredded and gone, and surviving off what he could find. If he was able to find a freshly dead wolf or a weakened pup or something of that sort, he would rekindle some of his lost pride and power. Wolf meat was a delicacy to him, although taboo, he didn’t care. He also had a lust for power. Not the type of power a leader holds but the power over life. He enjoyed murdering. His heart thumped with excitement. An involuntary grin appeared on his face, but was quickly taken over by a look of pain. The grin tightened his face and felt as if it re-opened some of the wounds on his face. His left cheek was badly torn and ripped. He did not stop though, and continued pursuit of the scent.
He was some distance behind the wolf leaving the scents he so loved. He eventually reached the area with the pups, but could smell the other wolf had continued on. Maybe she was just paying respects to the dead pups, he wasn’t sure. He decided he needed to work fast. He sniffed around and knelt down to the dead pups graves. That’s when he did it, it wasn’t his style of gathering leather or food, if they were not too far decayed, but he was broken at this point. This was not outside of his current state of mind. He began to dig, at a minimum he would be able to gather some pelts and leave some remains for someone to stumble across. He was careful to hold back a wicked smile that wanted to give his face more pain.
Suddenly he perked up, a distinct smell caught his nose. The smell a wolf, but not just a wolf, one who was with a pup or had a pup, but there was also the smell of death. His interest peaked. He had felt weak and vulnerable, his armor shredded and gone, and surviving off what he could find. If he was able to find a freshly dead wolf or a weakened pup or something of that sort, he would rekindle some of his lost pride and power. Wolf meat was a delicacy to him, although taboo, he didn’t care. He also had a lust for power. Not the type of power a leader holds but the power over life. He enjoyed murdering. His heart thumped with excitement. An involuntary grin appeared on his face, but was quickly taken over by a look of pain. The grin tightened his face and felt as if it re-opened some of the wounds on his face. His left cheek was badly torn and ripped. He did not stop though, and continued pursuit of the scent.
He was some distance behind the wolf leaving the scents he so loved. He eventually reached the area with the pups, but could smell the other wolf had continued on. Maybe she was just paying respects to the dead pups, he wasn’t sure. He decided he needed to work fast. He sniffed around and knelt down to the dead pups graves. That’s when he did it, it wasn’t his style of gathering leather or food, if they were not too far decayed, but he was broken at this point. This was not outside of his current state of mind. He began to dig, at a minimum he would be able to gather some pelts and leave some remains for someone to stumble across. He was careful to hold back a wicked smile that wanted to give his face more pain.