08-06-2008, 08:03 PM
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  They turned tail and began to flee, but he kept coming. It didn't take much to trigger his instinct to chase--it was in their blood. Unfortunately, they were only half shifted, so their gait was more natural than his, and they were gaining ground. Anselm quickly decided it didn't matter. He continued to run after them, breathing in with each bound forward and breathing out each time he landed again on the earth. The speed with which they moved meant he found himself at the borders quickly, but he continued after them for a good distance beyond this point, just for effect. Before too long, they were out of sight, and his gait slowed to a quick trot. He inhaled their scents deeply and continued to track them awhile further, just to make sure they weren't intending to double back or something. Then again, they'd have to be foolish to do so.He now returned to Inferni's borders and sat in silence, staring in the direction the trespassers had gone. One ear flicked in agitation, and he immediately decided it would be best if he kept himself from thinking about it too much. Instead, he tossed his head back and pointed his muzzle to the sky once more. Another powerful call ripped past his throat; the pitch changed frequently from low and menacing to high and crazed. He knew that where ever they'd gotten to, they'd still hear it. As he turned to retreat back to his post, he lifted a leg and sprinkled urine directly over their trail.Fuck this shit. |