01-23-2011, 03:58 PM
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As Axelle took a break by the sweet scented trees she heard growls, a few yelps, and nothing. Her ears perked up and she looked with great interest toward the sounds. Then she saw J’adore padding toward her. He was bloody. Was he the one yelping? Maybe she had this white wolf all wrong. But then she saw what was so bloody. The heart was dripping from inside J’adore’s mouth. He dropped it in the white snow, which was a salmon color now since it was so bloody. J’adore dropped in front of her. She was disappointed. The blood on him wasn’t his, it was the plump brute she had been pursuing for hours and for J’adore just to kill him like that made her angry.
Lost something? Yeah, I freaking lost something! A whole wolf to your stupid jowls! Selfish!
She snarled at him as he laid there in the snow singing and insanely laughing and talking to himself. Her eyes were filled with rage because she wanted a piece of that kill and he hogged it all to himself! She kicked the heart and it aimed for his head, and then she stormed off toward the body not too far away. She didn’t care about the heart. He could have it. She wanted to kill. Kill kill kill.
When she neared it, she saw the bloody snow. Blood was everywhere. On the trees, rocks, the snow, and the corpse. The corpse. She snarled seeing her prey mauled and limp. Sure, she wanted a partner, but she wanted part in that kill. She got a partner, but no relief in her bloodlust. She was pissed. Her eyes scanned the mangled body. The brute’s guts were spilling out all over the ground and steaming from being fresh. She didn’t even want to eat him now. She was just so angry. She wanted to eat something she killed, and it was all over just like that. So quick, not even fun or memorable. She couldn’t even put this memory in her insane vault because she did nothing. Nothing!
Axelle growled more and paced back and forth next to the kill. She cursed herself under her breathe. The perfect brute, and just another would not suffice. This one was hers and now it’s gone. Wasted. After pacing a few more times, she sat facing the dead white male with a pissed off look on her face. J’adore was gonna get it!
As Axelle took a break by the sweet scented trees she heard growls, a few yelps, and nothing. Her ears perked up and she looked with great interest toward the sounds. Then she saw J’adore padding toward her. He was bloody. Was he the one yelping? Maybe she had this white wolf all wrong. But then she saw what was so bloody. The heart was dripping from inside J’adore’s mouth. He dropped it in the white snow, which was a salmon color now since it was so bloody. J’adore dropped in front of her. She was disappointed. The blood on him wasn’t his, it was the plump brute she had been pursuing for hours and for J’adore just to kill him like that made her angry.
Lost something? Yeah, I freaking lost something! A whole wolf to your stupid jowls! Selfish!
She snarled at him as he laid there in the snow singing and insanely laughing and talking to himself. Her eyes were filled with rage because she wanted a piece of that kill and he hogged it all to himself! She kicked the heart and it aimed for his head, and then she stormed off toward the body not too far away. She didn’t care about the heart. He could have it. She wanted to kill. Kill kill kill.
When she neared it, she saw the bloody snow. Blood was everywhere. On the trees, rocks, the snow, and the corpse. The corpse. She snarled seeing her prey mauled and limp. Sure, she wanted a partner, but she wanted part in that kill. She got a partner, but no relief in her bloodlust. She was pissed. Her eyes scanned the mangled body. The brute’s guts were spilling out all over the ground and steaming from being fresh. She didn’t even want to eat him now. She was just so angry. She wanted to eat something she killed, and it was all over just like that. So quick, not even fun or memorable. She couldn’t even put this memory in her insane vault because she did nothing. Nothing!
Axelle growled more and paced back and forth next to the kill. She cursed herself under her breathe. The perfect brute, and just another would not suffice. This one was hers and now it’s gone. Wasted. After pacing a few more times, she sat facing the dead white male with a pissed off look on her face. J’adore was gonna get it!