doyathing

N/A · 06-26-2013, 10:00 PM

Pleasantly he romped. The rays of the sun were locked in a constant battle with the cold of winter, and inadvertently keeping the creature at a comfortable enough temperature. He was satisfied with the weather, and the new area he?d discovered was plenty of fun. The brittle grass was tall and tickled his body as he leaped up into the air and bounded along. In some areas, it even went high above his head. He felt very sneaky in this tallest of grass, occasionally pausing his frolicking to crouch and scuttle about. ?Dunununun,? he hissed to himself as he shuffled forward, head between hunched shoulders. ?Hiyah!? The little beast pounced forward, pushing through a denser section of grass. His jaws shot out, and he snapped at more sprigs. They didn?t taste very good.

At the thought of taste, the gremlin?s stomach growled with displeasure, and he frowned. Standing still, he sighed quietly. He wished he could catch things! Why, he was so hungry, thinking about it brought about the most agonizingly vivid sensations. He could almost smell the blood and flesh of a nice dead thing? Nostrils twitched, and saliva oozed from between slightly parted lips to drip down his chin. Wait! Pale eyes flashed wide open. That smell just had to be real. He sucked in a ragged breath, pulling back a strand of saliva. He glanced around frantically, standing on his tiptoes and jumping up to peek above the grass. He could not see enough to pinpoint where the smell was coming from, but following the scent he would surely be able to. With no further hesitation, Caesar sprung forward through the grass.

Moments later he burst through another curtain of grass into a mildly large clearing. There, nestled inside the nothing like a pearl in an oyster, lay the stinking corpse of a gazelle. It was peppered with large crows that littered the air with their ugly, gravelly calls as they feasted on what scant amount of meat remained. Caesar?s jaws fell open, floods of saliva pouring free now. Most of the good parts had probably been taken, and he could see that only mostly bone was left, but this was the first food he?d seen in? days? Weeks? A while. His bony chest rose and fell quickly, and in a flash he bolted forward. ?Mine! Mine!? he screamed at the crows, and they screamed back, albeit while fleeing. Victory. The tiny wolf dropped his head and began to strip what skin and flesh remained on the bones. There was that, and a small portion of a haunch left. Good enough. More than what he typically got from the usual carrion.

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