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Adjusting to life with the Vale wolves was not hard. In fact, it resorted him to the most simplistic of instincts and took out much of the need for spoken conversation, something that the Norseman was secretly grateful for. It was humiliating to stumble over the words of their common tongue when he much preferred his native tongue. Yet, this also put him at a disadvantage surely. How was his common tongue to improve if he did not speak it? The avoidance of conversation was both a blessing and a curse. Rigr was content to linger with the pack for the days had joined the nights in the bitter and chilling cold. Winter was upon them and he was grateful for the pack's acceptance. Still, he was loathe to entirely give up the very desire that had driven him here in the first place. He hadn't asked but wondered what the policies on venturing outside of Duskvale were. While he waited out winter he could be collecting valuable information that would serve to be useful to him.
Rigr's bi-colored gaze focused on the groundhog a few feet from him, where he'd broken off from the pack to sate his hunger, though he remained close by, venturing off into the yellow zone of where they had previously been in pursuit of the large rodent. It dug at the grass and freezing earth, throwing clumps of dirt behind it before it's head popped up and it ceased chewing, a beady black eye focusing on Rigr's form, hunkered low and coiled tight like a bow string ready to be released. A slow exhale was taken before he filled his lungs with the chilly morning air and lunged at the rodent. It hesitated for a moment but managed to wiggle its way out of Rigr's first attempt to grasp it, his teeth lashing against and grazing the flesh of it's back as it squirmed free. Rigr propelled himself after it, teeth snapping against flesh again. The chase continued for a small while before Rigr's patience had worn dangerously thin and he lunged himself at it once and for all, seizing it's neck betwixt his jaws and giving his head a series of harsh shakes, feeling bones snap beneath the power of his jaws as the groundhog laid limp betwixt his jaws.
Content he dropped it unceremoniously to the ground with a sickening plop and slowly began to feast, eager to take his time and enjoy his breakfast after it had almost escaped him.
[/td][/tr][/table]Rigr's bi-colored gaze focused on the groundhog a few feet from him, where he'd broken off from the pack to sate his hunger, though he remained close by, venturing off into the yellow zone of where they had previously been in pursuit of the large rodent. It dug at the grass and freezing earth, throwing clumps of dirt behind it before it's head popped up and it ceased chewing, a beady black eye focusing on Rigr's form, hunkered low and coiled tight like a bow string ready to be released. A slow exhale was taken before he filled his lungs with the chilly morning air and lunged at the rodent. It hesitated for a moment but managed to wiggle its way out of Rigr's first attempt to grasp it, his teeth lashing against and grazing the flesh of it's back as it squirmed free. Rigr propelled himself after it, teeth snapping against flesh again. The chase continued for a small while before Rigr's patience had worn dangerously thin and he lunged himself at it once and for all, seizing it's neck betwixt his jaws and giving his head a series of harsh shakes, feeling bones snap beneath the power of his jaws as the groundhog laid limp betwixt his jaws.
Content he dropped it unceremoniously to the ground with a sickening plop and slowly began to feast, eager to take his time and enjoy his breakfast after it had almost escaped him.
and so we ask ourselves:
will our actions echo across the centuries?
will our actions echo across the centuries?
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the house was awake, the shadows and monster - by Rigr - December 11, 2016, 07:00 AM
RE: the house was awake, the shadows and monster - by Larus - December 11, 2016, 05:01 PM