Kintla Flatlands rest in peace this piece of mind [m]

aw -- @pura would be nice hehe ;)
being vague of the thread with his sis

jealou$y - the neighbourhood

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[size=medium]"sell your soul not your whole self"[/size]

[size=small]After bidding his last farwells to the beach and waving a final goodbye to the [size=x-small](pun intended)[/size] waved of the ocean he began to weave his way back to the forests and woods that composed the Greatbear Wilderness. But he did not stop when his paws met the solid floor he had left about a week ago. The melting carpet of white that laid at his feet was a clear telltale of the upcoming change of season, and for the Ostrega, a subtle reminder that it was time to move on from the same spot and onto new lands -- new hunting grounds at least.

But as he neared what could only be the recently claimed mountain known as Silvertip, he realized he was not the only one looking for a meal. With his ears pricking attentively and his nostrils flaring he caught sight of the smaller canine. A fox, that was digging at the snow with feverish anxiety -- enough to miss the larger predator's presence.
Perfect.

Inmediately, Ciervo's mind swung into a darker mode.
Without further ado, he began to slither towards his unsuspecting victim with his ears plastered to his skull and his tail held erect behind him like the tail of a pithon that closes in on a mouse. Soon the serpent had narrowed in on the reddish creature that a little too late realized that he was being watched and with a yap attempted, in vain, to get away from the Ostrega's grasp.
This time, death came quicker, yet no less painfully that the first time with the old fox he had slaughtered in the cold rain.

With the critter ceasing its convulsing and violent blood-coughs, Ciervo turned his attention to the small hole the fox had been digging just moments before he had been brutally attacked. Inside, barely covered by the snow laid a small body, an underdeveloped newborn that had perhaps not made it through it's first day of life.
It was then safe to assume, the fox that laid dead behind him was the parent of the unfortunate fetus.

Sad.
But not enough to move the strings of Ciervo's heart.
With nothing more than a huff, the Ostrega craned his neck to take the curled up body of the dead child between his jaws. There it lingered for only a few seconds before being chewed into mush and swallowed whole.
But that had just been the appetizer.
With his lips tainted red, he turned to the body of the unfortunate parent, the mother that would not be returning to any of her children, only the one already in his stomach.
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