Post by freki on Apr 8, 2009 4:21:17 GMT -5
The new leaves on the trees rustled in rhythm to the silent panting of the young mann lying quietly on the outskirts of the mighty forest. He was right near the edge of the Deor pack boundary, and he didn't dare go any further. The sun's rays held little warmth, for the breeze came directly from the North, and up there it was colder. His maw lifted into the air and his black pelt glimmered dully in the setting sun. Dark clouds loomed in the horizon, threatening to block out the Sun God.
Freki scented the air, smelling the scent mark of the Deor pack, and rested his weary head onto his muddied paws. His eagle-like eyes half closed, and he thought bitterly of how his life had changed from being with his family and friends, to turning to a life of a Kerl. He was also quite young, yet old enough to realise that if he didn't fend for himself, then he would die.
His ears alert, Freki turned away from the forest and slowly and purposely got to his paws. He stretched and yawned, his eyes closing, then he shook himself and padded sullenly towards a small stream nearby.
His nose picked up the scent of Herla, and he growled hungrily, not wanting to miss an opportunity. He slowly crept towards the trickling stream, when he saw a young male Herla, lying dead on its side by the bank of the stream. A gathering of birds pecked occasionally at its eyes, but they were waiting for him to open up the carcass. Freki paused, nervously looking around, then trotted over to the dead Herla, and began to gorge himself, scattering the birds in a wave of flurry.
Freki lay down and looked around. His maw was covered in gore and blood. The sun had only just set, and as he groomed himself, the bright moon rose from above the tree line and reflected her light onto the mann, making his silvery streaks look eerie. He glanced at the Herla, which still had a lot of meat on it, then at the birds roosting in the nearby forest. They had left before he had finished.
Freki growled wearily, and decided not to put this Herla to waste. Others should enjoy a free meal. I did. he thought, before raising his blood covered maw and letting out a deep howl inviting his fellow Draggas to dine with him.
Freki scented the air, smelling the scent mark of the Deor pack, and rested his weary head onto his muddied paws. His eagle-like eyes half closed, and he thought bitterly of how his life had changed from being with his family and friends, to turning to a life of a Kerl. He was also quite young, yet old enough to realise that if he didn't fend for himself, then he would die.
His ears alert, Freki turned away from the forest and slowly and purposely got to his paws. He stretched and yawned, his eyes closing, then he shook himself and padded sullenly towards a small stream nearby.
His nose picked up the scent of Herla, and he growled hungrily, not wanting to miss an opportunity. He slowly crept towards the trickling stream, when he saw a young male Herla, lying dead on its side by the bank of the stream. A gathering of birds pecked occasionally at its eyes, but they were waiting for him to open up the carcass. Freki paused, nervously looking around, then trotted over to the dead Herla, and began to gorge himself, scattering the birds in a wave of flurry.
Freki lay down and looked around. His maw was covered in gore and blood. The sun had only just set, and as he groomed himself, the bright moon rose from above the tree line and reflected her light onto the mann, making his silvery streaks look eerie. He glanced at the Herla, which still had a lot of meat on it, then at the birds roosting in the nearby forest. They had left before he had finished.
Freki growled wearily, and decided not to put this Herla to waste. Others should enjoy a free meal. I did. he thought, before raising his blood covered maw and letting out a deep howl inviting his fellow Draggas to dine with him.
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