06-25-2008, 05:30 PM
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!@#$%Polished white teeth tore into the side of a freshly killed deer. Within moments, his face, chest, and forepaws were stained red with blood. Anselm ate like a demon--he remained hunched defensively over his kill, hackles on end, claws digging into the hide of the deceased animal and his eyes and ears constantly on alert for any fool that chose to come along and get too close. Less than five minutes later after the doe heaved her last breath, he had already managed to devour most of her insides--the liver, heart, and lungs were slurped down instantly. Once he'd had his fill of the most nourishing organs, he tore into the meat and continued to literally wolf down his food. !@#$%Eventually, through a combination of chomping and pulling, he managed to separate the left hind leg of the deer. By now, his appetite had been satiated--this would just be the icing on the cake. He carried his prize a short ways off from the kill and laid down to relax for the final portion of his meal. Mouthfuls of meat were now savoured as he ripped them off the bone, rather than gulped down instantly. He continued to scan the area diligently--being somewhat near the borders meant it was never a bad idea to be alert. Once the bones had been licked clean, he would use his powerful jaws to crunch through them in search of the delicious marrow inside. Ah--a feast fit for a king.  |