Finally some peace and quiet. Even as a lone wolf I really don't get all too much of that. Sometimes it's pack wolves raising hell, and the other day it was two monsters trying to make a meal of a she wolf and her pups. It was normal for me to just watch from the shadows and never get involved with much of anything unless on a whim, that was the type of yearling I am. It's what I prefer and it's where my particular skills serve me best. This is how I keep myself safe from the schemes of others, and if they try to pull me in it's common to dispatch them with my jaws. I learned to kill early on in my life and have become efficient, I however do not like to flaunt my skills, no that would draw attention which was the opposite of what I wanted. And today I am simply wandering with nothing in mind, no screams or border line scuffles to draw my attention. Almost as if I was the only being left alive. Strangely the thought doesn't really bother me at all, almost as if it's somehow comforting. I wouldn't mind silence for the rest of my life. That meant I was the fittest if only I had survived, but after a while it would become boring, I would be left with nothing to do. No intelligence to gather. Nobody to plot the downfall of or help rise to the stars. Nothing at all.
I am running with the wind in my beating heart, my black frame silent like the shadows and the night sky. My ears are safely pinned to my midnight skull to prevent the wind generated by running from damaging them, my long legs simply eating up distances as easily as one may breathe in air. I am not a clueless pup anymore I am able to run on my own without a need for protection, that is if I ever needed it. My muscles pump and power me from beneath my sleek black coat, letting me run without fear of tiring. I slow my pace gradually as I catch the scent of another, my ears swiveling to try to catch any sounds or warnings. And here I thought this was my special place but it seems another had strayed into it. Half of me wants to recklessly dive forward and attempt to drive the intruder off but the other half wants to find out what is going on, just in case it's an intruder I couldn't take in a straight up fight. Who knows it could be someone I even know, though the scent is not familiar. In that case, unless they disguised their scent it must be some stranger on my turf. I move stealthily in hidden areas until my eyes alight on the stranger, and as expected the female was unfamiliar to me, but I doubt I have the power right now to chase her off. "Stop growling I don't want your damned prey."
N E Z U M I
; So long sentiment it doesn't matter now ;
With a thousand lies and a good disguise |