the hills have eyes.
08-07-2013, 07:40 AM
something strange had begun to overwhelm the yearling. like an itch he couldn't scratch, it tormented him, making his skin crawl and his temper flare. it took a long while for the boy to realize it, but as he began to traverse across the blood-stained plains, littered with the carcasses of fallen animals and swarmed with vultures, circling overhead and searching for their next meal, it became all too clear. blood. he wanted blood. someday he would slay the woman that had killed his father. oh yes, he had promised himself this much, even though the more he considered it, his father had been a foul being. the only warmth had emanated from his mother, who had since gone missing; never from kaios. and yet he swore he would tear that orange wolf's heart from her very chest, and deliver it to his mother, proof of his sworn loyalty to her, his appreciation. he felt bile bubble up in his throat as he sidelined around a heavily decayed wolf, eying the flies that swarmed the rotting creature from a safe distance. heavy paws took him further into the lands, the flat plains that seemed to go on endlessly. he had never fought before, and yet he felt drawn here, wanting so badly to test his strength. he was already quite massive, but knew he was inexperienced. hoping an equal enemy would answer his call, the dark-furred male named basilisk raised his head to the sky, letting loose a commanding howl. he was not willing to fight an experienced wolf, but also was not so cruel to steal a pup from a mother's den and tear it to pieces. no, he wanted a fair fight .... at least, this time. |
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