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when the world gets in my face I say have a nice day I was a wolf. A warrior. A predator. I was born with tooth and claw to bring down the smaller, more worthless creatures of the land and to have them for my dinner. I had no mercy for them, nor did I ever feel guilt for ending there pitiful life and causing them pain. In fact, it felt quiet good at times. Like when me and Ayaka had brought down those two cat's. It felt good, brilliant in fact, to sink my teeth into there necks, listening to them yowing in pain. Sometimes though you went for larger prey, a deer or something or even, here in Helovia, a mare, foal or stallion. Foal's (and mares genuinely) were quiet easy to bring down, stallion's however were tougher and more powerful and were harder fight, never mind killing the brutes. Kicks from any horse creature are deadly and can cause blinding pain, whether it was in the ribs, head, back, legs or anywhere for that matter. It always seemed to bloody hurt. I trotted on though the forest, mulling over these thought's. The time amulet I had found was round my neck, clapping against my skin but thick fur deafened the sound. What dulled pain? Magic? Medicine? Hurting yourself so much it stops hurting? Armour? Armour! A small grin flashes from my jaw as I keep trotting though the dark forest, enjoying the cool day of the new season. Where would I get armour from? I doubted the gods would just give me armour and anyway, I couldn't travel to the veins; They were practically ruined now and it wasn't like I knew any crafter of any sort. Suddenly though I forget about armour, a mouse scuttled across the path in front of me and as any wolf would do, I leapt onto each, catching it perfectly with my paws. I snapped it up in my jaws, chewing it's flesh and crunching on small bones, most of which were spat out. I lay there chewing it up and playing with the bones on the ground then I think back to what the mouse's last words were but then I remembered, the mouse barely had time to scream. That was the true predator I am and if I ever got any armour, I would not be hunting just mice but bigger creatures as well. A cruel grin flickers fro my jaw. [ Sorry about how bad this is... ] |
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