Every Day Like The Last

Cifarelli · 06-08-2024, 11:43 AM

Silence filled the once crackling air. No longer did a warm orange glow slither along the white canvas below. He smirked at this. His dark coat easily slipping into the shadows lurking through the Rio Grande. Perfect. A single word thought as Cifarelli continued his journey. Lightening up his steps to that of a hunter. Whomever had been around choosing to hide. His precious Cierzo learned her lesson in doing so. And it seemed this wolf would be doing the same.

The large Saxe beast stepped from the underbrush. Toned, muscular legs moving in slow stealthy motions. Ears drew forward to listen thoroughly for the slightest of shifts. Tongue licked at black lips as the curved into a viscous smirk. Remanence of smoke expelled into the winter sky. Crawling along the length of trees to disperse into black skies. It drew his gaze t’wards the makeshift den just inches away. Taking note of the heavy scent of herbs, he closed the small distance. Sniffing along the entrance with deep inhales. Before head slipped inside.

Jaws easily parted to allow teeth to grab onto whatever or whoever lay inside. His tongue met that of fur and flesh. Piercing through the fatty meat quite effortlessly. Not caring for the pitches screams of pain he knew would follow. One did not simply hide from him without suffering the consequences.

"Speaks"

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