seize and conquer

*Ciervo* · (This post was last modified: December 17, 2014, 08:24 PM by Ciervo.)

my heart's in atrophy

Slinking through the cold darkness that embraced the late afternoon, a tall and thin silhouette weaved its way through the Heartwood. The male's movements were quick and mechanic, driving him up and down as he hunted, not for something to ease his hunger but to shield him from the upcoming drizzle that hung tentatively from the clouds above.

With his nose snorting furiously over the floor like a bloodhound, the Ostrega found himself poking his pistol thin jowls into a seemingly abandoned burrow located near the base of a large tree. Though he often came off as a careless risk-taker, Ciervo hesitated before pushing his nose deeper into the darkness of the burrow. Instead, the rust colored male dropped into a crouch, his golden eyes still traicing the edges of the burrow as if at any moment something were to pop out.

And then Eureka!
From the depths of the burrow, an old, smelly fox sticked its nose out of the den, its small snout contorted to show the Ostrega its rotten fangs. Ciervo, who was well aware of what the fox's appereance meant, lunged forward, grasping the smaller canine's snout between his own and pulling the pot-bellied fox out of the comfort of his own home.
While the Ostrega knew that raiding a fox's burrow was not exactly what his parents (biological and foster) had raised him for, the cold weighing upon his shoulders and seeping into his bones threatened to suck the life out of him if he didn't act.
Ciervo had a strange set of morals which dictated that he would rather be an shameful thief that assaulted an old fox unprovoked than a good samaritan that froze to death.