Tough Skin But Tender Souls
08-08-2013, 08:54 AM
Burn the land and Boil the Sea; but you can't take the sky from me
The she-wolf's response was as dramatic as the bird's. Suddenly she was backpedaling - stumbling in the sand to fall flat on the ocher fur of her back. She was lucky on this day. What if Gargoyle had been another predator? Or a dark-hearted wolf intent on killing. There would've been no pause at the top of the kill then, no he would've already plunged his paws down into the sand and his teeth into her flesh. Her stumbling would've sealed her fate. The Timber Cross, however, had no such thoughts on his mind. He was merely preparing himself lest the fellow scavenger prove the dangerous, fighting sort that he was. This girl was no match and threat. He was an intimidating figure by design, but his days of taking pleasure by drinking in another's fear were long gone. The features that looked down at the stranger were devoid of humor or aggression, or anything really. The other wolf managed to snap back to her paws quickly. Flustered words, came out quick and confident enough - perhaps a compensation for her rabbit-like actions. Gargoyle just watched her silently. There was no bending forward of the ears to show that he was listening. There was no recognition in those lizard eyes show that he even heard. But he did. Gargoyle tended to be a tough nut to crack when first meeting. He could speak elegantly when he wished, but he never talked for the sound of his own voice. His soul could burn with fire or ice, with passion, revenge and even love, but it was very rare for much to be shown on that deadpan face of his. It wasn't a mask. It wasn't an act. It was just old habit - a part of his personality ingrained long ago. For years the only thing that would've made his eyes sparkly and his jaws smile, was the hunt and the kill. He had better things to occupy his emotions with now, but that didn't mean that all of a sudden his face because glass. Rude or not, he was stone. When the she-wolf had finished speaking, Gargoyle paused a moment, and then crossed one for leg over the other, beginning to turn away. "This side is already opened." Yes he'd noticed the pitiful tooth marks on the she-wolf's side of the beast. He was trying to be helpful. Though the lifeless drawl of his voice probably didn't lend itself towards that fact. If she feared him, she could keep struggling with her pit until he'd had his fill and left. Or she could come join him - it made no difference to the brute. He took a few steps across the back of the water-monster - yes, it was that large - and then hopped down out of sight back to his portion of the carcuss. A couple idiotic birds had come waddling up along the sand and begun to peck at the rend in the meat, but Gargoyle didn't even bother batting them off this time. They tripped over themselves, squawking to get out of his way, but this time stopped after a yard or so. They were getting bolder. They knew the predators wouldn't bother with them so long as their was such a giant catch right at their pawtips. GARGOYLE
41 inches of doberman & timber wolf been just about everything but a saint |
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