Black padded through the forest. He felt hungry, very hungry. He glanced from side to side. Nothing in sight. Maybe something scared all the prey away? Frustrated, he started walking again. He froze. He glanced around again. Again, nothing. He felt as if there was danger nearby...
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[justify]He watched with the eyes of a hunter. No emotion drifting from any flicker of his eyes or movement of his broad paws as he stalked the smaller canine. He was the perfect hunter, the perfect killer. There was never guilt after the slash of claws, never pleasure as blood washed over his maw. There was only ever nothing. Many say this as a curse for to them emotions were a gift. Others were jealous, they wanted to rid themselves of emotion as they were a burden.
The red wolf, known as Beast, that had enter the forest with the ease of any forest dwelling creature couldn't seem to care either way. He didn't have them so he couldn't chose a side. His earthy gaze followed the dark figure through the bramble and silent steps took him nearer. This would be enough to feed himself but the pack that waited for him would go hungry.
He paused only once the distance between himself and the fox was closed, a few tail-lengths away. His muscled coiled and he rocked back and forth for a moment, mapping out a strategy in his head before he lunged through the bramble, jaws open in an attempt to snap the creatures fragile neck.[/justify]
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Black stared at the brambles behind him. There was definitely something back there... he bunched his muscles to flee. He started to run, unfortuanately only a tail length or two before he tripped on a root and was thrown to the ground.
OOC: I can not do a long post to save my life. x_x
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[justify]The moment the night colored canine was dog Beast struck, powerful jaws aimed at it's throat. Again there was no sound, no fierce snarl of victory or crunch of leaves under his paws. He wanted this to be a quick death so that he could eat and return to those who waited no far for him.
((That's okay, my muse is kind of low today >.<))[/justify]
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Black felt a sharp pain in his neck and before he knew what was happening, everything went dark.
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[justify]The foxes body went limp in his jaws but there was no rush of satisfaction of excitement of the hunt. Emotions were something he did now feel, his heart numb to their ways. Turning, the creature still in his jaws he left the forest.
((Beast out :) ))[/justify]