A Wonderful Day For An Autopsy
03-11-2013, 04:10 PM
Time had healed the wounds the swamp had inflicted upon him. His once swollen paws could now carry him for miles without convulsion, his fur had regrown where once skin lay exposed, and now white tipped water logged scars had gone black and calloused, healing slowly with time. His eyes once bleak and dulled now shone bright red in the dark caves as he searched for his quarry. "Come out little one~" He sang, his hot breath beating against the cold stone walls of the cave. He aught the faint scent of mother's milk and downy fur, all he needed to track the small cub that had fled Tortuga's holding dens. He took his time following the scent. Passing right in front of the stalagmite the cub had taken refuge behind. Giving it the smallest sense of hope, just enough to spark the cub to flee and- He licked the blood from his paws leaving nothing behind but scraps of fur and bones to heard to be crushed by his teeth. With a hungry yawn he laid on the cave floor, boredom now written across his features. Such a dull way to end a chase. If the cub had stayed hidden longer he could have drawn it out more, waiting until every ounce of hope had been drained from the cub's frame. But sadly the gods had chosen not to give him such bliss. What a shame. Speech, |
03-11-2013, 05:50 PM