aw w/ a new man!
there's a snarl, a yowl, and a sickening pop of bone. one coyote lay stiff, cradled by a pool of blood and long grass. another slumped upon the cool surface of a rock; neck twisted and mangled. a kill not made with precision in mind, but born out of wrath.
the third lay still in the jaws of the man, soon to be tossed aside like a puppet to rot in the plains' sun. V exhales a sharp huff of air, brazen eyes narrowed with pupils dilated. the fur along his back risen; it would not settle soon. his tongue rolls across his bloodied muzzle.
with a rumble of a growl, he perches upon the flat-faced stone. kicks away the coyote blocking the patch in which he wishes to bathe in the sun.
April 05, 2025, 05:33 PM
blood in the air.
he could smell it for miles—the smallest drop was all it took.
this though, this was the scent of carnage. it was overwhelming to the senses. at the first cut he was awing—and by the last gurgling gasp, the rancid air kept him there, circling above.
he could smell it for miles—the smallest drop was all it took.
this though, this was the scent of carnage. it was overwhelming to the senses. at the first cut he was awing—and by the last gurgling gasp, the rancid air kept him there, circling above.
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