04-14-2021, 07:37 AM
-- The scent he wore was long lost to time, his personal scent the one that the child was picking up on. It was nearly as rusty and bloody as he had been years past, the reincarnated warrior treading across the lands, searching out scents. For the plains and craggy peaks, there were few scents of prey, and behind had he left a youth similar to the one he was coming upon. He didn't know if the one he had begrudgingly taken under his wing would even eat the rabbit's meat, but although the young sphinx hybrid could hunt, he'd yet to see anything made of those 'hunts'. And so, it was, as always, left to the adult to hunt.
He bore little shame inside of him, his gods knew he was not a good man. At one time, he had been called The Mad Dog, such a thing he still was. Many the women and children that he had killed, he felt little regret over killing another child, even though this rabbit was surprisingly sentient. Well, what had he come across that wasn't sentient? Starved was the growl that erupted from the epicyon haydeni as he eyes locked firmly on the rabbit.
Dropping his body to the ground, darker colored fur and bright mane of blue a possibility to cause him to stand out. He'd left The Enigma in its silence, taking with him the orphan child that insisted he was perfectly fine. Now, back at their small camp, he'd left the youth and his spear. Creeping closer, he would give a deep growl, careless of the names the child had said. Merely another life's blood upon his already stained paws, such sins would not easily be wiped from The Mad Dog. Violent the eruption of brush and bush as he exploded forth, jaws spread as he lunged at the rabbit in an attempted to bowl the rabbit over and pin it to the ground, hoping to give it a quick death. Little did he know what the child would do in turn to he, the hungry predator. Sad that he had to pick off smaller animals, he much preferred the challenge laid before him by a bigger prey animal. The rabbit would suffice.
He bore little shame inside of him, his gods knew he was not a good man. At one time, he had been called The Mad Dog, such a thing he still was. Many the women and children that he had killed, he felt little regret over killing another child, even though this rabbit was surprisingly sentient. Well, what had he come across that wasn't sentient? Starved was the growl that erupted from the epicyon haydeni as he eyes locked firmly on the rabbit.
Dropping his body to the ground, darker colored fur and bright mane of blue a possibility to cause him to stand out. He'd left The Enigma in its silence, taking with him the orphan child that insisted he was perfectly fine. Now, back at their small camp, he'd left the youth and his spear. Creeping closer, he would give a deep growl, careless of the names the child had said. Merely another life's blood upon his already stained paws, such sins would not easily be wiped from The Mad Dog. Violent the eruption of brush and bush as he exploded forth, jaws spread as he lunged at the rabbit in an attempted to bowl the rabbit over and pin it to the ground, hoping to give it a quick death. Little did he know what the child would do in turn to he, the hungry predator. Sad that he had to pick off smaller animals, he much preferred the challenge laid before him by a bigger prey animal. The rabbit would suffice.
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-- speaks in #03254C -- the mad dog
-- speaks in #03254C -- the mad dog
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