Good Mythical Morning
08-13-2014, 05:26 PM
The struggle in life was very real, just like in his second life. His blood and body was groaning at him. For his entire life he had been pushed to the edge, and now it was becoming reality that the world was leaving him behind. His pack no longer stood at the shingles, and his jaws yearned for blood. Ubivat was done with this second chance he had been given. After all, the dead man never connected with the living. He knew now that the consequence and the result would always be the same. He'd get attached, he'd get thrown out like trash. His body swayed into the territory without another thought. He didn't care, after all the worst that could happen to him had already happened a long time ago. His heart had been stolen and it was something he could never get it back. His orange eyes would make contact with the tree's. What a curious place to live as well. Ubivat's muscles numbly moved underneath him as he stood on a tree for a moment, looking around. Was that a rabbit? Just there, his jaws came to clamp down on it as blood soaked his snout. The head was delicious, but he had no desire to eat even if he engulfed it anyway. His body would need the strength if he was going to continue on at all. Speech, |