An Idle Walk Along The border
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He couldn't recall exactly why he'd come this way, why his nose had brought him close to the bordering lands of this mountain, along the stream that seemed to flow freely from the many years of running water. His eyes, an illuminating orange glow seemed to lock on the other side of the stream just as a long legged buck made its way from the woods. Already he was in Secui form, doubled the size of a wolf; fast, strong and immensely hungry. With his shoulders slightly hunched, he glances at the water, then begins wading through, heavy paws and fur reflecting the water that tries to soak through his body. In an instant, the buck hears him and takes off running the other way. It's then that he's finally made it to the other side. Using the fierce speed of his particular stage, he takes off at a brisk run, shredding the ground beneath his extended claws. The weight of his form, the wind blowing past and through his fur is the only sensation he'd like to feel at the moment, though soon he's managed to catch up, all too fast on the deer, launching his body at the thing to slam it toward the ground with claw and fang.

The brief moment of surprise is taken as the deer slams through the thicket of bushes, falling out to the other side. But he's not done yet, his antlers rear back to try and impale Leviothan's hide. Fortunately, he's able to jump back just in time. But the buck has risen to his feet again, his back red with his life's blood. There's a moment of connection there, between wolf and prey that lasts a mere second or two before he vaults at the deer, feigning a right just as the buck intends to go for him with its front leg, hardened foot slamming toward Leviothan's head. He rears to the left right in the nick of time, sinking his canines right through the bulk and fat of the deer's neck, tearing left and right as if to rip the beasts throat out. Blood fills his mouth, rustic, iron... coppery tasting and soon he's forced to swallow down an entire jaw full of it which takes what breath his has left. Luckily, his jaws have locked down on the bucks wind pipe, causing the deer to lower without any further reaction. Well, that was easier then expected. I must be getting better

After a few hours, time skipped while he finishes feeding, most of what is left of the deer that rests on the ground is mere bones, excrement that couldn't be eaten. Even the bones seemed to be somewhat gnawed on already. With a bloodied jaw and paws, Leviothan found himself thirsty. He'd run a long ways from the stream but it'd be easy to follow, what with the scent of the deer still on the trail. He begins walking that way, each step bringing rise to his thirst as it grows. His paws thud against the ground, his tail sweeping back to erase his path and soon he's made it to the stream, the smell of cold water rising into the air. Bending just slightly, the secui lowers his snout into the water, tongue flicking out to draw in long droughts of the cooled liquid till his thirst could be quenched.


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