December 28, 2014, 02:09 AM
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The sudden appearance of another did seem to draw Kierkegaard out of his predatory state. Turning a sharp golden gaze towards the grey-furred female, he peered at her curiously for a moment or two before realizing that they would have a higher chance of success if he allowed her to hunt beside him. The only secondary thought that seemed to linger in the back of his mind was whether or not he would attempt to pilfer the prey that she managed to catch. He was not against taking food from others in order to provide for those he cared for. He was not a man of manners. The ashen brute knew only hardships. Since the healing of his ankle, he had grown back into his aggressive state and had taken many more opportunities to openly attack others.
Flicking his tail upwards for the go-ahead, the brute nodded in approval to the woman. Then, without another word, the beast turned his attention back on the flock of turkeys as they puttered about on top of the snow, stopping to peck here and there. He realized that they were too close to be attempting to catch the same prey. If they should flank the birds, their likelihood was much higher. The ashen male moved slowly away from her so that he might get a better angle at their prey, all the while keeping an eye on the woman in case she decided to dart forward ahead of him. Once he was positioned, he could only hope she was ready.
The sudden appearance of another did seem to draw Kierkegaard out of his predatory state. Turning a sharp golden gaze towards the grey-furred female, he peered at her curiously for a moment or two before realizing that they would have a higher chance of success if he allowed her to hunt beside him. The only secondary thought that seemed to linger in the back of his mind was whether or not he would attempt to pilfer the prey that she managed to catch. He was not against taking food from others in order to provide for those he cared for. He was not a man of manners. The ashen brute knew only hardships. Since the healing of his ankle, he had grown back into his aggressive state and had taken many more opportunities to openly attack others.
Flicking his tail upwards for the go-ahead, the brute nodded in approval to the woman. Then, without another word, the beast turned his attention back on the flock of turkeys as they puttered about on top of the snow, stopping to peck here and there. He realized that they were too close to be attempting to catch the same prey. If they should flank the birds, their likelihood was much higher. The ashen male moved slowly away from her so that he might get a better angle at their prey, all the while keeping an eye on the woman in case she decided to dart forward ahead of him. Once he was positioned, he could only hope she was ready.
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cherry wine - by Kierkegaard - December 26, 2014, 07:12 PM
RE: cherry wine - by Somnia - December 26, 2014, 07:44 PM
RE: cherry wine - by Kierkegaard - December 28, 2014, 02:09 AM
RE: cherry wine - by Somnia - December 28, 2014, 12:09 PM