Chewing on Rabbit bones
06-24-2013, 06:35 PM
Masqurading as a man with a Reason my Charade is the Event of the Season though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man though my mind could think, I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreaming I can hear them say: ~*~ It was Gargoyle's custom to keep a close eye on recruits after first letting them in. He had to make sure they weren't lost in a blizzard, or eaten by a bear, or trampled by caribou. Even the prey around here was dangerous. And of course, he wanted to make sure they fit in too. It was something Crusade had taught him - she'd been a far more sensitive Chief. She was a warrior of course, but she had such motherly instincts. Gargoyle - well, actually he'd developed a bit of a fatherly streak... ever since he'd had his pups. Great. He was becoming a softie. The male strode along the southern parts of the frozen wilderness, half patroling on his own time, half following the new girl Eren. He'd wanted to call her in for a hunting party - maybe match her up with some of the other young ladies. Everyone needed comrades they could count on. That was when he heard it. The shouts. The scream. The call for distress. No. no. No! Not again! Gargoyle went from a stroll to an all out power sprint in the time between two heartbeats. Too many good wolves had died on his watch already! He wasn't the sort to be guiltridden - but it made him mad. Hellfire licked up in those usually blank, glassy eyes. There's be no martyrs today. He tore through the snow like a bullet. He didn't check his pace when he came within sight, no, if anything, it seemed to increase. He saw the sandy colored she-wolf tearing into his new packmate. He smelled the blood. He heard the cries of pain. Goaded beyond control, Gargoyle charged like a bull - straight into the rogue she-wolf. His full weight - and all the speed behind it - rammed straight into her. A beast his size? It didn't even slow him down. He kept running forward, half pushing, half dragging the enemy she-wolf with him. His teeth found her flesh and they sank in - no they didn't just bite - they tore, they ripped. he didn't stop he til felt bone, and then he let his ivories come down with a crunch. Only then did he skid a stop, his front and chest now stained with blood. The she-wolf fell away limply. Dead. Maybe it had been the bite to her neck - or maybe his impression of a runaway train had snapped her back at first contact. He didn't know. But she was dead. His ears pinned back, his muzzle creased in a pink and white snarl, he turned slighlty, glancing over his shoulder. All he'd known was that a rogue was hurting his pack mate. He'd had enough of killer rogues - he'd had the chance to kill another one, had shown mercy, and then found out it had gone on killing. He'd kill Sixx in the end too, but for now he'd at least gotten on. He licked his lips and then let his tongue loll out wearily. He stepped back around to face his young packmate, leaving the carcuss where it had fallen. Carry on my Wayward Son There'll be peace when you are done |
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