On My Last Leg
01-13-2018, 12:24 AM
Wandering from one land to another, Lerato felt like a ghost. Moving aimlessly and largely unnoticed day after day, frightening off the few that did catch a glimpse of him. It was a pathetic existence. He remained friendless, having only spoken to a few wolves in what felt like a year or more. How long it had been since he began wandering on his own he couldn't even tell at this point; his only sign that he wasn't in some sort of hell where he remained alone and wandering in circles for eternity was the obvious change in seasons. They didn't have seasons in hell, right?
He'd caught a turkey earlier. It was oddly large and it's feathers were pale. The thing didn't look quite normal to him but food was food and he'd dragged it into the first sheltered place he'd seen in order to set to stripping it of the feathers as soon as he made the kill, while they weren't too difficult to remove. For a while he remained just by the side of the barn, taking advantage of the roof's overhang. When at last he sat, surrounded by heaps of feathers with a mostly edible turket between his paws the man let out a deep sigh and rested his chin on a paw, eyes falling shut as he took a break from filling his mouth with those nasty feathers. Feathers were terrible. Just then the snow really got bad though, the wind picked up, blowing it towards the man until at last he relented and stood, his prize held firmly in his jaws. Racing around the corner into the barn, Lerato stopped as soon as he was inside and shook the majority of the snow from his pelt, both to remove it as well as to try and shake of thee sudden chill that ran through him. Maybe he should have taken shelter sooner.
With the turkey in his mouth, the man sought out a good spot to curl up and eat his meal in peace. The scent of his prey's blood masked the scent of the stranger who'd entered first until she was actually in sight. Halting several feet away, he took in the grey, glowing pelt. At first he was surprised, confused, and a little awestruck. He soon recovered though, setting his meal down by his paws and clearing his throat gently before quietly asking, "Miss, are you allright?" She appeared to be shivering, and didn't look terribly healthy overall.
He'd caught a turkey earlier. It was oddly large and it's feathers were pale. The thing didn't look quite normal to him but food was food and he'd dragged it into the first sheltered place he'd seen in order to set to stripping it of the feathers as soon as he made the kill, while they weren't too difficult to remove. For a while he remained just by the side of the barn, taking advantage of the roof's overhang. When at last he sat, surrounded by heaps of feathers with a mostly edible turket between his paws the man let out a deep sigh and rested his chin on a paw, eyes falling shut as he took a break from filling his mouth with those nasty feathers. Feathers were terrible. Just then the snow really got bad though, the wind picked up, blowing it towards the man until at last he relented and stood, his prize held firmly in his jaws. Racing around the corner into the barn, Lerato stopped as soon as he was inside and shook the majority of the snow from his pelt, both to remove it as well as to try and shake of thee sudden chill that ran through him. Maybe he should have taken shelter sooner.
With the turkey in his mouth, the man sought out a good spot to curl up and eat his meal in peace. The scent of his prey's blood masked the scent of the stranger who'd entered first until she was actually in sight. Halting several feet away, he took in the grey, glowing pelt. At first he was surprised, confused, and a little awestruck. He soon recovered though, setting his meal down by his paws and clearing his throat gently before quietly asking, "Miss, are you allright?" She appeared to be shivering, and didn't look terribly healthy overall.