Pirate Skulls and Bones [joining]
09-24-2013, 02:25 PM
Her hunger for the deer in front of her was driving her nuts. Maija hadn't eaten for a day or two, making her stomach curl itself inward and towards her back, only from the lack of food that graced it. She knew that the hunger pains would subside once she began to dig into her claimed piece of meat. The more she thought about it, the more crazy her hunger drove her. Patience was something that didn't bode over well with Maija. She knew that it would be a beneficial thing for her, but she had no reason to keep it. At least, for the moment, that was what she thought. The golden she-wolf increased her pace to get back to her chosen bit of woods faster, making her all the more eager to chomp down on her catch. The distance was becoming shorter, causing her heart rate to quicken and her eyes to kindle a flame that showed the potential type of happiness that could brood in her soul. No one had ever seen that from her, and she intended to keep it that way. Her paws touched the now familiar bit of soil and she dragged her carcass in with her. Maija felt the serenity of her solitude sweep over her as she lowered the doe's head to the ground. Sniffing it all over, she tried to figure out where the best place to start the tearing would be. Finally, she chose the skin that held the hind leg and stomach together and sank her teeth into it. With a mighty yank from her head, she felt the warm blood flow from the tear and the fleshy muscles become exposed. Lovingly, Maija licked at the blood around the open wound before she began to chew on the meat. The combination of the liquid that had kept this animal alive with the taste of the muscles made it all the more delicious. It was something she would never take for granted. When she rose her head from the carcass to come up for air, it was then that an unfamiliar scent reached her. Golden ears flattened against her skull and Maija's previously lowered defenses automatically built themselves back up. Blood stained her maw, causing her growling face to resemble a young pup that had messily eaten their first meat meal. Her eyes searched the forest, trying to match the scent with the carrier. It didn't take long for the leaf green eyes to find him. His pelt was dark enough to keep him blending in with the surrounding woods, but not enough to keep her from noticing his form. The surprise that came from seeing another wolf in these parts of the woods made her step over her prize, intending on defending her meal from anybody that tried to take it from her. Hackles rose, head lowered to make the scruff of her neck bunch up. Tail swept behind her in an irritated manner, left to right, as she waited to see what he would do. A low growl escaped her, exposed teeth red and dripping with the warm blood that had come from her dinner. Her gaze remained icy, but she silently held her tongue and the burning desire to defend her prey danced in her chest. The ball was in his court now. speech here |