08-22-2009, 09:43 AM
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It was impressive, he reasoned, that he had been at this for so long. The infamous Inferni had done a shit job of finding him, even though he kept pressing further and further into their borders. What fun it had been, breaking the horrible skulls they kept on display. Coyotes truly were savages; stupid, brutal savages. Maybe once he did enough he could go to one of the packs and brag about such a thing; he had scoped out the two closest, and admired the pretty ladies from a distance. Who wouldn’t be impressed with his prowess? Taking on Inferni alone and coming out ahead? The gray-white wolf had come back again, confident that the rain was on its way and would do well to hide his scent. There was no hurry in his walk, no urgency in his pacing. Boldness had taken hold, and he did not fear he would be caught. Stupid savages probably were hiding from the big-sky noise, haha. Yawning widely and taking the time to admire the horrible empty field that Inferni claimed as their territory, the wolf laughed through his nose and shook his head. Well, time to work. Pushing himself up, the man brought both forelegs down onto the pike, pushing his entire weight against it, sending it crashing to the ground. The wolf skull hit and rolled off, snapping in the weakest part as it did so. That was when a howl cut over the thunder. The wolf froze, eyes going wide. Shit, shit shit shit. Someone had seen him. Even as his body tensed to turn and run a second howl broke out from behind him, this one much closer, much more like a coyote. Oh hell. Without a second thought he broke forward and into the territory. Maybe he would be able to make it west and then run like hell towards that wolf pack in the south. He wouldn’t be the proud hero, but living was better then nothing. So the wolf began to run west, away from the forest at his back. |