Mindless, Meaningless
05-14-2013, 09:23 PM
AGAIN I WARN YOU, EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, YO.
The bitter night sky was illuminated by a full moon. Thick frost reflected on the ground, and the baring trees were coated in the ice. Owls hooted in a doleful manner, and occasionally the song of another wolf or set of wolves would ring through the air. The sapphire night hung around the white male as he moved steadily south, heading away from the northern territory. Even though he had been through a snowstorm and several rainstorms he could still occasionally scent the wolf he had murdered on one of the northern packs borders on his fur. It didn?t bother him, he frankly, enjoyed it.
The dominating brute stalked forward, his body generally relaxed, even though the bitter air ripped through his thick fur. He walked in even strides not in a hurry, but not lagging. He wasn?t in a rush to get anywhere, his rage had been slightly sedated from the last kill, and now he was in one of his better moods. As he walked he reflected on all kinds of things. His mother had objurgated him when he was a pup for how easily he had become lost in his mind, but he was always thinking about something. Tonight, his thoughts were leavened with the subject of love. The she-wolf he had killed, even when she took her last breath and knew that she was going to die still spoke of it and it made him wonder what the weaker wolves saw in the word.
As far as he was concerned, love didn?t exist. Perhaps, at one time, he had been in love but even that had been ripped away from him. Love was just a taunt to wolves who were desperate for something, but that something wasn?t an instinctual? desire for him. Sex, had become the only thing second too the feel of fresh blood in his jaws that brought forth any feeling in his numb body, and tonight he was lonely.
Another breeze stirred, and this breeze carried the sweet scent of a female. A female in heat. His head tilted back, and a soft sultry note escaped it, calling her to him. Frost billowed around his mouth, as he stood there waiting for the lady whose scent called to him.
The bitter night sky was illuminated by a full moon. Thick frost reflected on the ground, and the baring trees were coated in the ice. Owls hooted in a doleful manner, and occasionally the song of another wolf or set of wolves would ring through the air. The sapphire night hung around the white male as he moved steadily south, heading away from the northern territory. Even though he had been through a snowstorm and several rainstorms he could still occasionally scent the wolf he had murdered on one of the northern packs borders on his fur. It didn?t bother him, he frankly, enjoyed it.
The dominating brute stalked forward, his body generally relaxed, even though the bitter air ripped through his thick fur. He walked in even strides not in a hurry, but not lagging. He wasn?t in a rush to get anywhere, his rage had been slightly sedated from the last kill, and now he was in one of his better moods. As he walked he reflected on all kinds of things. His mother had objurgated him when he was a pup for how easily he had become lost in his mind, but he was always thinking about something. Tonight, his thoughts were leavened with the subject of love. The she-wolf he had killed, even when she took her last breath and knew that she was going to die still spoke of it and it made him wonder what the weaker wolves saw in the word.
As far as he was concerned, love didn?t exist. Perhaps, at one time, he had been in love but even that had been ripped away from him. Love was just a taunt to wolves who were desperate for something, but that something wasn?t an instinctual? desire for him. Sex, had become the only thing second too the feel of fresh blood in his jaws that brought forth any feeling in his numb body, and tonight he was lonely.
Another breeze stirred, and this breeze carried the sweet scent of a female. A female in heat. His head tilted back, and a soft sultry note escaped it, calling her to him. Frost billowed around his mouth, as he stood there waiting for the lady whose scent called to him.
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