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Post by Cynder on Apr 23, 2009 1:39:33 GMT -5
Scent...
The ears of a rather large black wolf perked up as the animal lifted its nose a little higher into the breeze. The scent of something delicious came from the north, and it seemed not too far away from where he stood. With a swish of his soft black tail, the wolf lowered his head and took off at a slow loping run in the northern direction.
It was only a few minutes before he slowed, once again raising his nose to sniff out his prey. It had shifted slightly, but was not yet aware of his presence. Lowering himself down into a stalking crouch, the canine crept forwards, his muscles taunt in readiness as he slunk through the undergrowth towards the scent which grew stronger with every step. A distant smell of people began to mingle with a scent of food, but his empty stomach ignored this for now. He'd just have to be wary.
There soon came a fence, marking off the humans territory to keep in the animals they kept there. This one happened to enclose rather tasty looking sheep, which nibbled at the grass, unaware of the predators presence.
One stood away from the mob, closer to where the wolf stood hidden in the undergrowth. Green eyes watched the animal for a few moments, anticipating the right time to strike.
Now! He slipped through the fence and darted forwards, his body flattening out as he raced towards the unwary sheep. The movement finally was noticed by the lone sheep and it took off at a run, a new scent was now on the breeze. fear. The smell excited the wolf as he ran after the fleeing sheep, gaining on the animal quickly. He pounced, causing both himself and the sheep to fall, tumbling across the ground, frightened bleats from the sheep driving his excitement higher as his sharp teeth sought his prey's jugular. Blood, warm and fresh spurted from the vein, covering the wolf's muzzle As he held fast, the terrified sheep thrashing about as it tried in vain to get free. The mob were huddled together, watching quietly, their whole attention on their fallen companion.
Once the sheep fell still, the wolf finally let go and dragged the body towards the fence to eat his hard-earned meal.
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Post by Ackley on Apr 26, 2009 2:05:48 GMT -5
They had been having a rise in the number of wild animals dragging off their animals. They hadn't been just attacking their chickens and sheep, but even some were brave enough to take down a few of the younger cows and sneak into people's own personal homes far from the areas where the farms were kept and try to take their personal pets. It was getting out of hand, so everyone had gotten together to start up shifts of people to keep watch. There were patrols of people near the homes, and plenty of people laying in wait on the edges of the fields that bordered the forests.
Of course, Ackley was all up for volunteering as much time as he could to help out. He even took it upon himself to relieve other of their shifts if he found himself with nothing to do. 'I'll probably just be lounging about anyways', he thought to himself as he let a much older man go home to relax instead of sit in the field watching the sheep. He even brought a book with him, thinking that no animal would just come rollin' into the field thinkin' he was king of everything there and try to take something.
Ackley just sort of tossed his sling gun on the ground (which was just a fancy metal sling shot with all sorts of knobs and clicking things to measure distance and force. He packed his with metal rounds that could really kill something if aimed right, but he never really thought of using it) , found a good spot on the thick green grass, tossed of his shoes, unbuttoned his shirt, laid down, and flipped open his book.
The black mass sort of just hovering over towards the edge of the fence caught no attention from Ackley. Not the sheep running, which caused other sheep to run off in fear as well. But as soon as the sound of the frightful bleating reached his ears, he dropped the book, picked up the sling gun, and straightened his glasses. All in one single fluid motion, and searched for the source of the sound.
Closing the right eye, he pulled back the metal lever on the top, the metallic clicking sound let him know that there was a round ready to be let loose. Slipping his finger over the trigger, he gently squeezed, then gently eased up, wanting to try and get a better shot, he waited for a moment.
Then he squeezed the trigger again, this time all the way. The metallic round shot from the end of the sling gun, a pop and jerk like action coming from the gun. Ackley hadn't used the gun in ages, and was spooked by the backwards jerk action. He had to settle himself and get his balance back before he was able to pull the lever back again and try to aim at the creature again. He shot again, still unsure if he had hit the animal in a good spot to kill it right off, or if it would limp off and go die somewhere.
Quickly, he got to his feet, shielding his eyes from the staring sun, and peered out.
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Post by Cynder on Apr 26, 2009 4:36:11 GMT -5
The wolf could hear the quiet sound of clinking, but he ignored it and continued tearing at his meal's flesh until something whizzed past his head. With a growl he got to his feet and bristled at the human standing across the field, moving to stand over his meal. His tail pointed out sharply behind him as he raised his heckles, but something small pelted into the left side of his body which caused a loud suprised and pained yelp to leave his muzzle.
Taking a few steps backwards, he looked from the meal, to the human, wondering what he should do. He was starving, and these people had more than enough sheep here to eat, surely they could share one.
Quickly, before another painful small thing could smack into his side, the wolf ran forwards, zig-zagging quickly so that man would find it hard to aim at him. He'd been shot at before, too many times.
He launched himself in the air, his large paws pushing all his weight against the man's body, trying to knock him down so the wolf would at least have a chance to drag the sheep corpse away through the fence into the undergrowth so he could have a meal.
Humans were always so greedy and selfish when it came to things like this.
He pushed the human to the growl and with a snap of his jaws, grabbed the weapon and wrenched to from the man's hand and ran back to the sheep corpse, dropping the gun next to it before deciding of a better way to move the body.
The wolf's form shifted, twisting slightly as it changed shape, growing longer and more human until a man stood there.Black haired, pale skinned and with the same piercing green eyes of the wolf. He was clothed in simple clothes, and with a quick glance back towards where Ackley lay on the ground, he grabbed the dead sheep and dragged it off through the fence and off into the undergrowth where he could hopefully eat in peace.
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Post by Ackley on Apr 28, 2009 4:18:00 GMT -5
Ackley rested the base of the sling gun on his wrist to steady his shot. But when the large creature began to run towards him, he had no choice but to try and get away. He didn't want to turn, if the animal attacked he didn't want to be completely defenseless against it. But it just came up and pushed him over, wrenching the gun from his hands. This kept him floored for a moment. Taking a few moments to himself, not really realizing if the animal was waiting for him to move to come and attack again and just make a meal of him, or just maim him enough to keep him down.
But neither happened. Ackley rolled over onto his chest again, and crawled forward a few feet to see if he could spot the animal from the ground, but it was no use. Slowly, he raised to his feet, able to see the creature get the sheep within it's jaws and carry off the sheep towards the words. Ackley began to curse everything under the sun openly.
Stopping mid curse, he shielded his eyes from the sun once more. He had to be seeing things. Slowly the creature shed it's fur in an odd fashion, and began to take on two legs. Ackley lowered his hands from his forehead, and pushed his glasses up, rubbing his eyes intensely. But then he looked again, seeing the man, in clothes, dragging the dead sheep away from the fence.
This wasn't right, he thought. That wasn't what he saw. He took long running strides to where he saw the creature before by the fence, and looked around on the ground. There were paw prints in the fresh mud near the fence border, then footprints of humans. He looked around more, and saw the sling gun on the ground. Once more he picked it up, hopping the fence and headed towards the forest. Trying to get in close to this creature. He must've been seeing things. If he could just get a glimpse of this creature on all four legs, eating the sheep, he would just leave it alone in peace. He must be tired, and didn't feel like going on a long hunting escapade. But he needed to clear his thoughts of that image as well.
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Post by Cynder on Apr 28, 2009 4:47:45 GMT -5
This seemed far enough away from the fence now. He didn't want to drag it too far lest any other predators came sniffing about at the smell of fresh blood. He dumped the body to the ground, in a small clearing, wincing as he remembered he'd been hit with something. A frown settled on his lips as he twisted and pulled up the shirt he wore, revealing a small round bruise which was quite purple in colour.
Damned people and their weapons.
He straightened and looked slowly around through the trees, unable to see anything at this point in time which was good. That meant there was a high chance that the man he'd knocked over had decided to not follow him. It was safer that way. He didn't like hurting people unless he was left with no other choice. Cynder hadn't killed anyone ever, the human part of him denied him that almost guilty pleasure of tasting man's blood and hearing their terrified screams as he tore into their flesh.
But no. He wouldn't do that. He was too human to do something like that.
Crouching down, he ran his hands over the soft oily wool of the dead sheep. It was a strange feeling, quite different than his own fur, and he raised his fingers to his nose, sniffing at the residue before lowering his fingers a little and licking at it. He screwed up his face at the taste, that was far than pleasant His stomach grumbled again, and he lent forwards, taking a bite of the raw exposed muscle. Pulling back, he tore off a chunk and held the excess in one hand while he gnawed at the meat, the claws at the end of his nails digging deep into the bloody flesh as he tore off lumps. His bushy tail swept behind him in an arc, sending leaves and twigs rolling over the ground while he enjoyed his now harder-than-before-earned-meal.
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