Flynn
Hellion Mafia
Specialist: Cleaner & Underboss[M:30][A:5]
Cypress
Posts: 134
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Post by Flynn on Dec 5, 2009 23:09:09 GMT -5
Pushing through the tall grasses, rather nosily comes and odd looking creature. A dark gray pelt covers most of the scrawny body, white undertones and underbelly catch the light of the warm sun. The male snuffled through the grasses, beady black eyes glint as they dart to and fro. His eye sight was horrible, his long narrow snout was decorated with long whiskers that acted as his eyes.
It was a wolf, yes, but no ordinary wolf. He was a Myou. His nose pointed toward an old rotted log, half eaten by fungus and maggots. He reached out a tentative paw, which was almost like a hand, the hand of a rodent.
Hungry...hungry....find food. We must eat. Eat. Food. Now!
Flynn shared a body with a shrew's soul, a nasty tempered creature with a voracious appetite. Sadly, it currently had control of the weak wolf. He set a paw on the log and pressed his large ear to the wood, listening.
Yes....yes! There is food here! Grubs and insects....and...oh! A mouse? Get the mouse, wolf, get it!
Flynn had grown accustomed to the demanding little voice in his mind. It was the personification of greed and hunger. He pulled at the weakened bark of the log, ripping into it. His maw parted with a sadistic grin, his sharp teeth were capped in a red stain. His jaws were most similar to a shrew, including the protruding teeth at the front of the bottom jaw, as well as the toxic saliva which was beginning to form in anticipation.
His ears pinpointed the frightened mouse, he took his forepaws and slammed them into the rotting wood on either side of the burrow. His whiskers detected the movement, and in a flash he snapped at the rodent. Victory!
He ate the mouse in two bites, not bothering to chew more than three times. His thin furred tail wavers happily as he continued to dig through the log for grubs, insects and whatever else he deemed edible.
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Post by sea3 on Dec 6, 2009 16:10:18 GMT -5
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The timid wolf paded onto the plains. The dry grasses and the air made the cheetah-like lupus feel at ease. She would blend here, she could easily hide. The prarie was nice but the grass there was too green and her hide stood out like a ghetto white guy in a sea of ghetto black men. The yellow and brown grasses made her camoflauged and she was happy. Her stomach grumbled and her hunting instincts went into effect.
With experienced swiftness, she bent down and almost completely touched the ground. In a plain, she had learned that you must rely on your ears more than your eyes. So, she listened. The pattering of tiny mice, that would not satisfy her hunger. The bouncing of a jackalope, that would be her third choice. The grazing elk, yes. She silently and quickly advanced towards the unsuspecting elk. She leaped out of the grasses with and struck the elk with her claws and then sank into its neck with her teeth. It bucked and made her fly off, she managed to flip over and land on her paws. She snarled and snapped at it's feet, blood spattered over her and landed on her back. It was warm. She breathed in deeply and then breathed out as the grasses wrapped around its legs and watched it go to the ground, the legs were twisted in an akward position and it could stand no longer. She put her mouth over that of the elk and slowly suffocated it. It was dead.
She breathed in and the dry grasses left the elk as she took a chunk out of it's stomach. Then, another sound entered her ears. Aya turned to see a Myou munching on a mouse. Her eyes grew wide, anticipating the flight part of the fight-or-flight technique. She could not take on a brute like that.
The only reason she could take on the elk was that she was clever and he was not. This wolf probably was that and much more. She backed away behind the elk, making it like a sort oof barrier. Aya waited.
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Flynn
Hellion Mafia
Specialist: Cleaner & Underboss[M:30][A:5]
Cypress
Posts: 134
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Post by Flynn on Dec 6, 2009 16:56:09 GMT -5
Flynn's powerful ears heard the scuffle of the elk and lupus, however he had been too distracted by a small meal to pass it up. Once the scent of blood hit his nose his attention was redirected.
Fresh meat, wolf! Get it....wait...a predator?
The shrill voice in his mind was a little lessened now that his stomach was preoccupied with the log buffet. However the presence of a predator was something that he had to acknowledge. He took a few steps toward the smell of food. His poor vision made out the figure of a thin wolf. Thin? Right. She was four times his weight and almost twice as tall. But the looming mass behind her was surely the source of the blood. An elk?
Flynn puffs up his dark gray fur, trying to look larger than he was. His long whiskers stretched forward as he tried to picture the details of the lupus. He gave a slight hiss, showing his red tinted teeth. His hunger still tugged at his belly, the mouse and grubs were not enough.
The twenty-five pounds of bad temper took a few more bold steps forward, "What are you lookin' at wolf?" He skirted around her, his almost naked feet kicking up a little dirt as he moved. He got a better angle to see the size of the kill. He compared the blurry shadows with his beady black eyes, surely she could not eat all of this carcass.
"I don't think you can eat all that. I will help." It was a statement, not a request for invitation. His boldness bordered on rudeness, but he would do anything to get some food and sooth the constant ache of his belly.
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Post by sea3 on Dec 7, 2009 19:19:01 GMT -5
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Honestly, Aya was terrified of this....being. He acted weird, and resembled that of another creature. He did not have normal eyes, nothing about him was normal. He was thin, very much like her. But the way he carried himself just...made her want to curl up and cover her face and hide away. His teeth were the most frightening thing, the stained red that tainted them made her quiver.
NOT DONE!
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Flynn
Hellion Mafia
Specialist: Cleaner & Underboss[M:30][A:5]
Cypress
Posts: 134
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Post by Flynn on Dec 30, 2009 11:42:43 GMT -5
He grinned once he felt the fear in the female. Good, she will not try to stop us.... His sensitive nose lead him around to the far side of the corpse, as far away as the other living being as possible. He began to eat, ready to gorge himself on a small portion of the carcass.
NOT DONE
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