Post by Greebo on Apr 13, 2010 10:31:19 GMT -5
The sinew of his limbs tensed, the muscles of his body flexing. Claws like scythes dig deeply into the rich, mahogany soil, not even the frost beneath his feet dare breaks. He watches, as still as the air around him, eyes focused and unwavering they remain locked upon his prey. Slowly his heart beats, a wave of calm having been exerted about him, his lungs slowly inflate as gentle, deep breaths filter in. A gentle breeze collides with him, he tenses as his scent is wafted northward toward the young adolescent buck. With apprehension the male watches the tail flicker, the buck's eyes flicker upward. Greebo slowly, cautiously takes a step further forward, the breeze clings to his hefty white mane. Gulping the male waits with baited breath, his footfalls almost silent as he advances, many meters still separate he from his meal and he is anxious to feed his whining belly. A beam of heaven sent sunshine glows before him, without any alternative the duo-toned wolf must step within. Momentarily his vision is but a stark white glare, ears pin back in frustration Greebo takes a rushed step forward. A gentle crackle resounds, a leaf breaks underfoot, in his haste and lack of vision he's alerted the food. Through the beam he breaks, golden eyes locked upon the upstanding buck, head aloof, no larger than an average doe, suitable enough.
Greebo with painstaking care lowers his ribs to the emerald turf, the green of his pelt masking him well as he lowers to the ground. Gently he creeps, half camouflaged he is comfortable with the odds in his favor. Maw closing, gullet swallowing, claws unleashed, the male bundles his muscles as one. Tensing and readying his powerful hind legs, the wolf extends; flying from his hideout and into the open. Sleek and shadow-like the chrome and emerald boy races after his alerted meal, who with bandy legs and tasty frame bounds from his predator. Together as one they maneuver the surrounding trees and underbrush, no matter the quick turns and clever tricks, the wolf refuses to let his mind lapse as he chases. Legs like coils he bounds, muscles hardy and strong, long limbs powerful and sleek. Streamlined Greebo follows the buck, heart pounding like a caged beast against its oppression; his ribs, the only thing keeping it from release. Lungs working away, steam from his nostrils joining the flitting leaves behind them. A low growl starts in his belly, he advances upon the prey as it begins to tire.
A terrified squeal breaks their silence bar the rush of their limbs among the bracken. Greebo's jaws have planted firmly within the haunch of the deer, claws extended they rake the back limbs, with a heave he exerts his full weight. The meal is down and without hesitation the wolf struggles to the life blood of his victim. Without mercy, hunger his only thought, the pearl white ivories lace into the throat, blood spilling forth, pooling into his open maws. The buck's legs soon cease, its bleats ignored by deaf ears. The duo-toned male pants from exertion, ears pricked forward, pleased with his kill he gathers himself up to a sitting position. Amber eyes scanning the new ground. Panting heavily he stands, muscles stretch beneath him, salmon coloured tongue lolls out, blood staining the white of his jaws. Leaning toward the young buck he finds his food and begins to gnaw.
