i've got this half moon

Max Klein · 03-17-2012, 11:22 PM

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Life was, in Max’s opinion, one of tooth and claw. He had experienced open hostility for much of his young life, and many concepts beyond this had fallen short with him. There was no love in his world, only like. He respected Ezekiel, and most of his elders, and he liked the younger members of the clan, but he did not go beyond this. Being a monster prevented him from such things, he reasoned, and so he did not worry about anything more than the day-to-day survival of an animal that desired food, combat, sex and sleep.

He was hunting when he spotted the single raven, and from the distance, he assumed it to be Ibsen. Hoping to find Ezekiel, the doggish hybrid picked his pace up to a loping trot. If the two of them teamed up maybe they could go after a bigger animal. Max, given his large size, required more food then the majority of the coyotes in the clan. He was even bigger then some wolves; this led him to confirm his suspicion of the Amarok as his father, and so he decided that was the truth.

As he neared the location, a familiar scent reached his nose. It was not Ezekiel, which disappointed him, but Vesper was close. She was a leader here, and while they had occasionally sparred, he did not know her beyond these labels. The half-monster approached the woman boldly, yellow eyes gleaming and tongue lolling from his mouth. It was starting to warm, and his thick pelt had just begun showing signs of shedding the thick layer under his guard hair.

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