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Post by Severin on Mar 24, 2013 13:08:13 GMT -6
Surely it was a lovely night. The white wolf was a shadow on the sea as he moved through the dark woods. His eyes pierced the darkness like burning sapphires. His brilliant coat shone in the night like it was a reflection of the moon. Yet, through the wolf's beauty, which was almost unnatural, his eye was tinged with bloodlust. He silently wove around a crawler. Disgusting little worms, he thought as he looked back at it. The white wolf paused and grinned as he spotted a lone deer. The stag was terrified, flinching at every noise. However, the deer's radar seemed to miss the wolf. He moved as silently as an owl. Yet, it seemed that his bright coat gave him away. The deer cocked his head and spotted Vladimir's crystal coat. He darted, and was not seen again. Vladimir sighed in frustration. Though he was hungry, he would not risk crashing through the woods like that. In all likeliness, he would end up attracting a creature, or even crashing into one. That was an ill fate.
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Post by 5parrow on Apr 4, 2013 11:19:35 GMT -6
Peeking his way through the dead trees, his yellow eyes glowed. His ear slightly twitched at the sound of hooves running by. It was a deer.
Raising an eyebrow, he turned his head and viewed the perimeter. No mutants were in sight. Slowly lowering his shoulders, he waited for the precise moment.
Jumping out revealing his location, he slammed the foe to the ground. Ripping and thrashing his canines into its throat, he resisted to release it until no movement was detected.
Eventually making its last spaz, Ghirahim watched as the life slurred from the deer's body. Dropping the grip, he listened to the head thud against the hard frozen ground. "Hm, what an easy hunt."
Rolling his eyes he placed the lifeless animal over his back. Ghirahim paced himself; he crept as silent as he could have past the damned ones. Bringing his eyes up carelessly to one another wolf, he eyed him for a couple moments.
He was quite small, Ghirahim lost interest. He considered him not to be a threat, yet of course.
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Post by Severin on Apr 4, 2013 14:40:36 GMT -6
Vladimir was quite close to responding with a crude remark. But he simply closed his moonlit eyes and rolled his shoulders in a shrug.
"A small piece of advice for you; don't kill your prey so loudly and clumsily. You'll attract unwanted company if you do so."
Vladimir's dark lips had the most subtle trace of a smile, and his eyes remained calm.
"That is why I let her go. I'd rather make a clean cut than use brute force and mangle it like you do. There is no need for the prey to go through any unnecessary suffering."
He glanced down at the deer and lifted on flew in disgust. The deer had been mauled alive. The white wolf before him was spattered in the sour-smelling blood.
Vladimir lifted an eyebrow. "It would make everyone happier, as well. You wouldn't soil your white coat like you have done. It wouldn't be a problem for black wolves, for instance. The blood just blends right in. But we white wolves have morals."
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Post by 5parrow on Apr 4, 2013 17:54:20 GMT -6
"Ah, unwanted companies like you."
"Besides I'm sure I can handle a couple mutants."
Ghirahim slightly grinned. Glancing at the red stains, he just rolled his eyes. He could care less if his coat was dirty or not.
"They were going to suffer sooner or later." The white one stared at the other. He found this small so called wolf rather annoying than wise.
Shaking off his thick white coat, he scoffed and allowed the red sticky blood to splatter onto the runt. "Oh dear. My apologies."
He grinned and turned his yellow eyes sarcastically. Laying the dead onto the ground, he turned to observe the newbie thoroughly. Ghirahim sighed, he was no better than any other.
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Post by Severin on Apr 9, 2013 15:26:06 GMT -6
Vladimir scoffed at the blood-spattered coat.
"I say. That wasn't very polite," he said. His voice had darkened a bit, though he did not growl.
He whiffed his tail rudely and strutted away, his long tail waving behind him.
His mind was filed with dark thoughts. His brilliant intelligence quickly formulated a plan for revenge.
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