There was unexplained derision on his face as the white wolf gazed out across the plains. It had been days since he had seen a soul and something about the bleak, empty flatlands before him suggested that his dull, monotonous travels were going to continue for the time being. The male heaved a sigh of resignation before he started off at an easy canter. The sooner he got moving, the sooner he would be onto the next, and maybe the next would have something to hold his fickle interest.
Trouvère had not been running for too long before he caught a scent that intrigued him. Not only had it been days since he'd seen another of his kind, but it had also been just as long since his last meal. He slowed and lowered his head, shrinking towards the ground as his eyes shifted across the tall, brittle grass. He stopped after a few paces, his ears twitching as the faint rustle of brush sounded to his right. He turned his head to look, but didn't move quite yet. He needed it to move again, to give itself away. It was a waiting game now to see who would hold out longest to win.
Unfortunately, patience had never been a quality associated with Tru Demonte. The minutes ticked past without another sound until finally, the pale jackal made an educated guess, picked a spot, and darted forward with a rumble. The rodent burst from its cover as well, but it did so far, far to the left of where Tru had leaped, and so it was that the prey managed to dive safe into its hole before the predator had even been able to rush to its original hiding spot.
With a frustrated snarl, Tru swatted a heavy paw at the brush. He tore a clump of it out inadvertently and watched as it plopped onto the ground a foot or so away. He stared at it for a moment before - just like that, without any visible cause - the tension slipped off of his figure and he trotted over to snatch the clump up in his jaws. Swinging back his head, he tossed it into the air and then chased after it when it landed a few feet away, only to toss it into the air and chase it again and again.
Trouvère had not been running for too long before he caught a scent that intrigued him. Not only had it been days since he'd seen another of his kind, but it had also been just as long since his last meal. He slowed and lowered his head, shrinking towards the ground as his eyes shifted across the tall, brittle grass. He stopped after a few paces, his ears twitching as the faint rustle of brush sounded to his right. He turned his head to look, but didn't move quite yet. He needed it to move again, to give itself away. It was a waiting game now to see who would hold out longest to win.
Unfortunately, patience had never been a quality associated with Tru Demonte. The minutes ticked past without another sound until finally, the pale jackal made an educated guess, picked a spot, and darted forward with a rumble. The rodent burst from its cover as well, but it did so far, far to the left of where Tru had leaped, and so it was that the prey managed to dive safe into its hole before the predator had even been able to rush to its original hiding spot.
With a frustrated snarl, Tru swatted a heavy paw at the brush. He tore a clump of it out inadvertently and watched as it plopped onto the ground a foot or so away. He stared at it for a moment before - just like that, without any visible cause - the tension slipped off of his figure and he trotted over to snatch the clump up in his jaws. Swinging back his head, he tossed it into the air and then chased after it when it landed a few feet away, only to toss it into the air and chase it again and again.
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keep me concealed just like i was a weapon. - by Trouvère - December 11, 2015, 09:36 PM
RE: keep me concealed just like i was a weapon. - by RIP Krypton - December 12, 2015, 09:04 PM
RE: keep me concealed just like i was a weapon. - by Trouvère - December 18, 2015, 08:13 PM
RE: keep me concealed just like i was a weapon. - by RIP Krypton - December 18, 2015, 08:47 PM