You can't spell slaughter without laughter
06-17-2013, 09:15 AM
Perhaps the oddest feature about the sinewy dame was her eyes, bi-colored eyes stared ahead of her, as she paced through the lands. The colors offsetting her personality, hinting at the madness within, one neon pink the other a cyan blue. The colors stood out from her tawny colored coat, and also from the white snow surrounding her. She didn?t know how she ended up out here, but that wasn?t unusual, she often ended up in places with no clue as to how she got there. Tonight she was hungry, and craving a meal she hadn?t had in months. She moved at a quick and agile pace, her legs eating the ground beneath her with every lope. Land was clear here, but it was evident that buffalo had been here, and as she came top of a rather large hill, she saw three other wolves at the bottom of it. Curious she strolled down it, her pace slowing leisurely. Attention of these wolves seemed rather fixated on one wolf, a female, and as she neared the conversation she picked up tidbits here and there. ?Now, now boys, hasn?t mother taught you not to play with dinner??She asked, her voice whimsical, as her jaws parted to reveal her teeth, a smile growing as she looked at the other female. By, and by, dinner was sounding really damn good. Speech, |