12-04-2011, 07:38 PM
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The blood made his eye sting and the secui monster shook his head violently as he ran, crimson droplets splashed the ground that he swallowed with his massive paws, forming sunset red streaks across his face almost like tears. His ears pulled up as words from the cowboy reached them, they were trying to rope her now the pair of southern canines. He picked up his pace now as she closed in on her, the man winced however as he heard the crack of bone and her cry of pain, even though she was his food he was not a heartless fiend and felt regret and sadness at her pain and pure bad luck. She was old, that much was evident by the grey on her muzzle and flanks so she was obviously a hardy survivor to have reached that state, fate today had been cruel to her and the best gift he could give her now would be to kill her quickly, it would be the least he could do for her.
The male ploughed into her, knocking both of them head over heels, his teeth sought her neck and time seemed to slow for him as they inched closer at a snail's pace. Her large brown eye stared back at his bicolored ones, terrified and yet still noble and fierce. She still kicked with the strength left in her body, even going as far as to bare her herbivore teeth. But his will was stronger, his strength greater. Fangs sunk into the back of her neck and his head twisted to the side sharply, a crack and she fell limp and lifeless, instantaneous death. Most wolves would not have been able to kill this way, not strong enough to sever the spinal column but he was and so gave her the quickest and least brutal of deaths he could. He got no joy from the act, no pleasure from taking her life instead a grim acceptance filled him. The pack would persevere a bit longer from the flesh of her body.
The blood made his eye sting and the secui monster shook his head violently as he ran, crimson droplets splashed the ground that he swallowed with his massive paws, forming sunset red streaks across his face almost like tears. His ears pulled up as words from the cowboy reached them, they were trying to rope her now the pair of southern canines. He picked up his pace now as she closed in on her, the man winced however as he heard the crack of bone and her cry of pain, even though she was his food he was not a heartless fiend and felt regret and sadness at her pain and pure bad luck. She was old, that much was evident by the grey on her muzzle and flanks so she was obviously a hardy survivor to have reached that state, fate today had been cruel to her and the best gift he could give her now would be to kill her quickly, it would be the least he could do for her.
The male ploughed into her, knocking both of them head over heels, his teeth sought her neck and time seemed to slow for him as they inched closer at a snail's pace. Her large brown eye stared back at his bicolored ones, terrified and yet still noble and fierce. She still kicked with the strength left in her body, even going as far as to bare her herbivore teeth. But his will was stronger, his strength greater. Fangs sunk into the back of her neck and his head twisted to the side sharply, a crack and she fell limp and lifeless, instantaneous death. Most wolves would not have been able to kill this way, not strong enough to sever the spinal column but he was and so gave her the quickest and least brutal of deaths he could. He got no joy from the act, no pleasure from taking her life instead a grim acceptance filled him. The pack would persevere a bit longer from the flesh of her body.