12-02-2009, 04:42 PM
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He couldn’t truly understand the enslavement of less mentally developed animals by certain wolves. It seemed more of a nuisance, keeping track of the hoofed beast while restraining the desire to sink one’s fangs into its soft, fleshy hide. His own paws worked well enough, and he wasn’t lazy enough to require the support of another animal to carry him from place to place. He could cover ground on his own terms, low to the ground with the predator’s fluid slink. And yet, as he watched the male on his steed he couldn’t help but envision an almost sense of power arising from such a high seat. It showed control, and it showed dominance. A horse’s hooves, when properly used, could smash a wolf’s skull into splinters in a single blow. He allowed the thought to linger in his thoughts, filled away for later judgment.
For now, he slunk from the shadows, standing on four legs and peering up at the blue and black marked herbivore. Ignoring the owner not far away, he circled the creature, silently observing the creature with blood-red eyes. He wouldn’t be surprised if his scent caused the animal some insecurity, but all was ignored, taking in the hooves, the strong legs, the muscled body, and the fine head. This animal was stronger than a deer, for sure, and obviously unintelligent—in other words, easily created into an ideal companion. Pausing, sleek head never turning away from the creature, vision shifted out of the corner of his eye, seeking hybrid who’d left his pet alone, in the event he came running back with fangs bared and fully prepared for war.
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He couldn’t truly understand the enslavement of less mentally developed animals by certain wolves. It seemed more of a nuisance, keeping track of the hoofed beast while restraining the desire to sink one’s fangs into its soft, fleshy hide. His own paws worked well enough, and he wasn’t lazy enough to require the support of another animal to carry him from place to place. He could cover ground on his own terms, low to the ground with the predator’s fluid slink. And yet, as he watched the male on his steed he couldn’t help but envision an almost sense of power arising from such a high seat. It showed control, and it showed dominance. A horse’s hooves, when properly used, could smash a wolf’s skull into splinters in a single blow. He allowed the thought to linger in his thoughts, filled away for later judgment.
For now, he slunk from the shadows, standing on four legs and peering up at the blue and black marked herbivore. Ignoring the owner not far away, he circled the creature, silently observing the creature with blood-red eyes. He wouldn’t be surprised if his scent caused the animal some insecurity, but all was ignored, taking in the hooves, the strong legs, the muscled body, and the fine head. This animal was stronger than a deer, for sure, and obviously unintelligent—in other words, easily created into an ideal companion. Pausing, sleek head never turning away from the creature, vision shifted out of the corner of his eye, seeking hybrid who’d left his pet alone, in the event he came running back with fangs bared and fully prepared for war.