Been A Long Road To Follow

*Demaro* · 07-15-2013, 02:05 PM

White paws ached as a white wolf traveled close to Valhalla. Finally, the white wolf's eyes narrowed and he raised his head to the blue spring sky and howled his worry to the sky. "My name is Demaro, I am a rouge, and I want to join this pack. I hope you accept me." Demaro knew he would have to get them an offer, so he limped away. Raising his head to the air, he sniffed the air, taking in the faint scent of a doe, and blood. He could tell that the doe was nearby, and he looked down to see blood on the ground. He followed it before stopping halfway because of the pain in his paws. Finally, he raised his two front paws to see them, and the blood leaked from tiny scratches and a pierce through the pad where a rock had stabbed through her pad, and he licked his paw. Sadly, he might fall down and collapse before he got to the doe, but Demaro pushed himself forward. Then the pain in his legs and paws was too much, and he crumpled to the ground. He had been traveling for days, after all. Maybe Demaro would take a litle nap, because the doe wasn't going far, after all... A snort woke Demaro up, and his blue-green eyes opened slowly. It was the doe he was hunting, and she lowered her head to graze. "Oh, so the doe has a broken leg. I feel bad for her, but she will die anyway if this pack has a hunt. I might as well make her lower her guard by walking to her. Then I can make the kill and hopefully join this pack, the pack of my dreams." He murmured softly, and got to his paws shakily. Then the chase was on, with Demaro howling comments from his side of view. "I never thought hunting would be this fun! I hope, next time, a pack is in on the hunt!" Finally, he lunged forward and bit the doe, who kicked him in the jaw. Pain blinded him for a moment, and he felt himself tumble to the ground. He squinted in pain, and yelped as he moved his paw. The pain in his jaw and his paw was agonizing, and he thought of giving up he hunt until he saw the big clots of blood the doe was leaving. At this rate, the doe would be half dead and in no shape to fight when he got to her, and her jugular vein could be cut in ease. Demaro limped along, pain in every bone of his body. Then he finally reached the doe again. "You.....cannot......fight. Demaro managed to gasp out with difficulty. But now the doe was crumpling to the ground, so Demaro raced forwards. He bit into her jaw and cut the jugular vein. The doe stared at him before her eyes clouded and she went limp. Demaro dragged her back to the boundary. Then, with a smile, he closed his eyes and fellto the ground limply.

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