Pounding the gears
11-24-2018, 01:04 PM
The dark man was to the point. The red man found that a little dry, but also refreshing. He was not drowned with a flood of needless points of evidence. Instead, he was given a fact and the other held his word firmly as he began to slip off and into the shadows of the herd. Valkorion watched him for a few seconds longer, just to make sure he was moving towards the herd and not leaving. It would have been a cruel thing to do, to give a lone wolf the hope of a solid meal only to leave him in their prints.
The dethroned prince moved off, he trotted with a haste to get himself in position. He paid the herd little attention as he skirted around them and in exchange, they showed him no interest save for a few. Their attention faded from the vanishing red creature quickly though.
Valkorion slowed his pace as he entered the trees. The autumn wolf blended into the fallen leaves that littered the ground. Near a bush, he sank. His hind legs coiled like springs, his ears lowered and pressed into his skull as his eyes narrowed sharply. The pinpricks of his pupils locked onto the obvious deer. She grazed carefully, picking and prodding at the grass and fruit under her and in the shade of the trees. On patient paws, he waited. "Let the darkness sleep"
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