He was crouching inconspicuously within the dark brush that rimmed the swamp. His muscles were tensed, but they were not aching nor cramping. He was far too used to this specific position, having stalked prey countless times in his life. His style of hunting was normal- and yet not quite so. While most hunted solely for food, for sustenance- Sen hunted for food, for pleasure, for entertainment; simply, all of the above. He took joy in watching, observing, learning, stalking, ambushing, and killing. He did not take pride in it, for it was such a natural, instinctual, primitive act to partake in. It was a way of life, and nothing more. But that wasn't to say he couldn't enjoy himself in the process. After all- Sen was a wolf who made sure to enjoy himself in every day life. While there was of course the bad- there was so much good that hardly anyone paid any mind to.
The pale boy was not one of them. Not one that paid no mind to the good, that is. He knew there was both good and bad, but preferred the good. But as for good in his view- in his mind. Well. It perhaps did not exactly fit another souls definition. What was good to Sen, might very well be very bad to another. What was good to him was what pleased him. What entertained him. What he liked best. And that was anything he particularly felt like doing. Such as this very moment, crouched in the dark foliage, stalking his next meal. And what a meal it was to be. His select choice of meat was not hare. It was not a fowl. It was not a varmint. It was a sweet, tender, ever so succulet boar. And more than delicious- it was a challenge he was more than willing to accept. He knew the consequences to if he could not bring the beast down swift enough. Those razor tusks could gouge and lacerate flesh like butter, and if not careful, he could wind up injured. But, not only injured- the boar could very well kill him.
And so, with one last pause to give him the prime moment, Sen sprang from his hunters stance. Immediately the boar was alerted to the pale, golden wolf making an appearance, and, instead of perhaps fleeing as another prey subject would- she turned to face him. This caught the boy off guard, and not because the creature had turned. But because it was infact female. There were no deadly tusks ready to rip his entrails out. This led to a slight pang of disappointment in him, but it did not last long. Not a moment had passed before the boar was charging at him, her heavy skull swinging madly in more than likely hopes to bash his legs, or better yet- his brains in. With a wicked grin now curving across his jaw, his spirits were revamped by the simple tenacity of the sow. One of the perks of being a slender, almost feminine male was the skill of his agility. With ease, and more than a little grace, he side stepped from the path of the mad beast, which made to infuriate her further. Chuckling to himself, he didn't let his guard down still as he knew even a female boar could prove some competition. And yet, simply because he could- before she could turn around completely, he reached out to snap his jaws at her rear haunches, the tips of his serrated canines catching flesh and tearing, causing a squeal mixed with a scream to spew from the sow's jaw. Blind with rage, she charged him again, but off kelter, and with more than a small amount of boredom flashing in his deep violet irises, Sen almost lazily side stepped the attack. The fun had not lasted him very long, and, beside- he was hungry.
Sparing the all too gory and slow details, Sen was content as he laid relaxed with his prize dead and torn open at his paws. His golden-creme muzzle was stained a dark, heavy crimson, and his full belly was a warm and lovely feeling. He did not over eat, no, of course not- he was no gluttonous pig. His own thought caused a hearty and amused laugh to fall past his muzzle as he shook his skull at himself- such a silly fool to be making jokes such as that. But, what was life if not to laugh, to eat, and to be merry? As a very wise King once said, 'If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.' Whatever gold was. And then his thoughts were interrupted. But not by any bad, as any sour, less cheerful soul might have expected. No- she was beautiful. A deep russet, lovely cinnamon colour she was. And her eyes- they resembled Sen's own, though perhaps a shade or two lighter. Intrigue sparked bright in his usually dull irises, and it might have just been the actor in his soul coming forth.
"Ahoy, there!" It might not have been the most usual fourm of greeting, but it was a greeting nonetheless. Ever the occasional gentlement, Sen made an obvious effort to push himself up from the blood stained soil, watching the darker girl with uncharacertistically intense and bright violet irises, tilting his pale skull ever so slightly to the right as he watched her. Would she stay, or would she go? He did not move from his place above his kill, for, after all, that's what it was- his kill. He wasn't going to give it up to just anyone, and he'd be damned if he wasted any of it. But, if a pretty lady so requested it, well, then.. he might just give her a nibble. And maybe he'd share some boar with her, just maybe.
how do you go back when everything
you have ever known is dead and gone |