[M] I don't really care

Jacinto Lykoi · 04-07-2012, 05:50 PM

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Word Count → 534 :: Dated to the 13th D'awww Sebby-face! Big Grin lupus form...Then Optime.

The Spanish Lykoi had tried to make a roundabout excursion away from the clan for a day or so, the room was becoming so small and cramped, that the rusty hybrid was a hair length away from migrating his family to an outdoor den around Grimwell. The hunter had stalked easily out of the territory and further towards the free lands, fourlegged and as feral as he could possibly be. This form, lupus in which the lanky man occupied was becoming his very favorite. He had simply traipsed from the clam with a guitar strapped to his back. He could survive, couldn't he? Other then the use for hands and the ability to hold Omni close was seriously the only reasons his biped form was less taken. On all fours, he could run! There was freedom, and speed. Especially speed. Well...There was his guitar which was so carefully stashed at his camp...That was a certain pro, he guessed.

Jacinto was far from the clan now, out of the sure safety of the borders. Sure tan feet padding silently through the trees surrounding the lean hybrid. The Lykoi didn't mind the silence, actually it came as a relief. Life with Omni was a bit of a hustle, right after her unfortunate miscarriage. That and the constant chatter within the borders of his territory. Cinto often thought of bumping up his rank, improving his chances of hierarchy within the coyote group. The Scorpius, deciding the journey was well enough done, sat his rump down on the forest moss. Sounds occasionally had the russet male's ears flicking in wonderment, deciphering the different patterns of different creatures. As anyone knew, the different sounds all belonged to different quadrupeds. It had been a day since a good meal, and hey. What would it hurt? As if all the powers of fortune shone down on the Lykoi descendant, a fat brown hare sat nearby, nose vigorously twitching. A signal went off in the ginger-splashed hybrid's mind, such a perfect choice of prey. It seriously was a shame that there was no means of fire anywhere around.

The dark coyote sleekly crept towards the subdued creature (as anyone knew, they were much dumber than a canine!) Jacinto slipped forward like a cat, wiry body tense like a bomb just anticipating to go off. The caramel male sprang forward, and the chase had begun! Cinto rushed forward, teeth snapping just millimeters from the fluffy puff-tail of the rabbit, turning corners rather precariously. The hybrid finally cornered the stupid thing, and didn't hesitate to spring upon the creature and snap its neck. The rabbit went limp in his strong jaws, held firmly in a rather proud mouth. Jacinto stepped away in pride, taking his prize still dripping with warm crimson life from his thin jowls.

The brown peppered hybrid stalked back towards the trees, placing his haul down on the forest floor by his feet while he shifted. Sure it took a bit of time, yet it was more than worth it. The young man reclined against the base of a tree, newly shifted hands holding the floppy limp rabbit in delicate fingers. Hmm. There was no knives. Nothing. Maybe the Scorpius had become accustomed to a pampered life, possibly just as pampered as royalty. Certainly, Cinto was capable of eating it with his hands. And that's what he did, picking off chunk by chunk off the still warm creature. He had brought everything but his knives...What an idiot. Relaxing, the Spaniard leaned back into the trunk of the tree, wiping the blood from his fingers. With the gentle touch comparable to that of a feather, the Lykoi guitar into his lap, fingers already strumming away at the strings, casting a pleasant melody into the darkening sky.

Jacinto Lykoi

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