Post by havoc on Mar 13, 2009 17:36:16 GMT -5
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Cult snarled at no one in particular as she ripped through the stomach of her latest victim - a young male deer. He had been undersized, skinny, and foolish - another failure of the Creators. But not Cult. She wasn't going to starve or brought down by another creature.
The silvery grey she-wolf was ripping off and gulping down the deer as fast as she could, and showed no sign of slowing down in spite of the fact that she was feeling sick from it. Instinct and the memories of her puphood drove her to finish off as much as she could before she -
"BLEGHCH!" Cult's stomach gave a great heave and all the deer organs and muscle spewed out of her mouth in a bloody wave. At this point, she looked quite mad - dark brown eyes shining with still unsated blood lust, fur around her muzzle died deep red. She began snatching up her stomach's former contents, even going so far as to grab mouthfuls of bloodstained snow when her puke was back in her belly.
Taking a deep breath, Cult forced herself to turn away from the carcass. No. It'd still be there when she finished sleeping off this. Sighing, she padded away from the kill and flopped down in the snow. Right. Better get all this blood off. She began licking enthusiasitcally at her blood stained paws, and then froze. Voices. Had they smelled her kill? She wasn't in much of a shape to fight them off at the moment, with her belly swollen with food, but if they tried to steal so much as a mouthful, she'd - well, she'd make them wish they hadn't tried to steal that mouthful.
Getting to her paws, the wolf began to slink towards the source of the noise, occasionally glancing back at her dead deer.
Cult snarled at no one in particular as she ripped through the stomach of her latest victim - a young male deer. He had been undersized, skinny, and foolish - another failure of the Creators. But not Cult. She wasn't going to starve or brought down by another creature.
The silvery grey she-wolf was ripping off and gulping down the deer as fast as she could, and showed no sign of slowing down in spite of the fact that she was feeling sick from it. Instinct and the memories of her puphood drove her to finish off as much as she could before she -
"BLEGHCH!" Cult's stomach gave a great heave and all the deer organs and muscle spewed out of her mouth in a bloody wave. At this point, she looked quite mad - dark brown eyes shining with still unsated blood lust, fur around her muzzle died deep red. She began snatching up her stomach's former contents, even going so far as to grab mouthfuls of bloodstained snow when her puke was back in her belly.
Taking a deep breath, Cult forced herself to turn away from the carcass. No. It'd still be there when she finished sleeping off this. Sighing, she padded away from the kill and flopped down in the snow. Right. Better get all this blood off. She began licking enthusiasitcally at her blood stained paws, and then froze. Voices. Had they smelled her kill? She wasn't in much of a shape to fight them off at the moment, with her belly swollen with food, but if they tried to steal so much as a mouthful, she'd - well, she'd make them wish they hadn't tried to steal that mouthful.
Getting to her paws, the wolf began to slink towards the source of the noise, occasionally glancing back at her dead deer.
