feet don't fail me now

N/A · 06-18-2013, 03:30 PM

This morning had begun slowly, something the brute was not the slightest bit comfortable with. He had woken several minutes past the rising of the sun rather than just a few, which threw him into complete disarray. He was scrambling - trying to clean up the area he had slept in and get to the pond he usually visited to clean himself before it was too late for his hunt. Erebos darted back and forth across the clearing he had made home for the night, carrying fallen leaves and rocks this way and that, moving them and moving them again. By the time he was satisfied that the clearing looked pristine, he had only a few minutes to get to his bath.

He scowled, growling low in his throat. There wasn't time to travel to the pond. He needed to go somewhere closer, the ocean perhaps... But there was sand there. He weighed the pros and cons of his options. Perhaps he could find a way to avoid the sand coating his fur when he left. Yes, yes he could do this. He settled on the beach and made his way there swiftly, careful not to lose time. He came bounding over the sand and plunged himself into the refreshing water, paying no heed to the female tearing apart her fish until he had already passed her.

Once his gaze settled on the wolf and her kill, he gagged. She was mutilating it. How could someone eat like that? It's replusive. He couldn't bear the idea. Without considering, he scolded her. Why are you being so messy? Don't you know how unsanitary that is? His words were laced with disgust as they poured from his mouth, and he maintained an astonished look. Her response would most certainly not be satisfying.

"normal.
talk.
think.
you"

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me