WARNING! This can be gross to some readers. Hurr hurr.
Everything flashed by in motion, high definition blurring to grain as every streamline of the speed melted together in colors, the sound of blood rushing round and round in ears and body, adrenaline kicking over and over – a chase. Hours had passed and both animals were on high end of their powers, though one animal resting far more than the other. A wolf in the heels of a lone deer, singled out and chased to a new area of the woods, hours passing and both animals were tired, but the wolf would at times simply walk up to the deer and scare it to a run. Resting its strength it had kept it up for hours now and finally set in the absolute chase, the last mile of the marathon. Legs pushing, chasing and the deer’s ears flailed to every sound of the chasing sound, it crashed through woods and toward an open area of the woods, but this would be the end of its journey. White fur jumped over the log after the deer, chased it over the open ground and every passing second and minute he gained in on the tired animal. He could smell the musk scent of wilderness, of prey, scent the same rushing blood circulation, the fear and panic in the animal was like the sweetest perfume to his nose.
He had made no attempt to attack or jump on the animal, made no fearsome move, made no fatal blow – one leap, one attempt – it was all it took. Crashing to the underground the animal groaned loudly, its legs flailed to the sides, a fatal scream of desperation but its flock was long gone, a set of sparkling white teeth sinking into the soft throat and blood gushing into his mouth like a sweet savoring juice. The animal shook violently and Loath crunched his strong fangs together on its neck and the last few movements of the animal were pure reflexes. It was dead. The white wolf rose to his paws and while his chest was heaving for air, his shoulders moving up and down he launched himself into the soft belly of the deer, tearing it open and swallowing large chunks of meat, brutally ripping out the liver and eating it, pulling on to its legs to open it even further and finally reaching the first prize. He grabbed a hold on to the placenta, pulled it out of the deer’s stomach and ripped it open.
The infant rolled out of the placenta almost looking like a
whangdoodle, its legs unfolding, water and blood wetting the ground around the mother deer. Loath pushed at the infant with his snout and the head rolled over on the ground. The miracle of life lying in front of him as the living reach into the miracle and the god take this miracle from even a pleading mother in its hour long run from death and the immortal to protect this infant. The infant was not yet fully developed and it looked as a deformation, eyes not yet there, but the shape was, the legs had no fur the body looked out of shape and broken and the entire thing looked as if it had crawled out of evil itself, the head was deformed and grossly small to its body. Loath leaned over and he ate it. Ripping off the head to toss it away, eating the meat of the neck, the stomach and the little heart that never would know of the chase, would never run for its life and pump adrenaline through the tiny little body. The immortal ate every part it could reach of the infant, having no remorse for the once living.
Life was his taken.
It was the sound of lapping water that made him react through. He looked up at the very instant he heard it, jumped on to the carcass of the mother dear, the eaten infant behind him and the deer, his eyes cold and harsh as he looked on to a black wolf at a nearby stream. He had no idea how long the other wolf had been there, but he suspected that with the violent crashing of the deer that it would have been for some time now. He didn’t snarl or warn off the other wolf, instead he leaned forward, sniffed the air and caught scent of him, imprinted this scent on to his memory and then something else. More wolves and nearby. He had neared a territory yet again, but not any place of the territory he had placed himself close to a birthing scene. The other would be highly alert, no doubt. Loath had been a father many times and been at many births, he knew the scent alright, he knew that it could not have been too long ago, no more than a week or the scent would have been gone by now.
He was not to be ordered around with nor would he willingly give in to those of others or their greed but as he watched this opposite black wolf his stance did not change, he didn’t lower himself or charge, he made no move to seem threatening to the other one.
”I believe I must have. Frightened you.” Does his presence ever call for anything else? Those that did not fear him to some degree were either foolish or his true subjects, but these strangers were not his subjects and they would do well in fearing him, even if they had nothing to fear. He was not a slaughter machine attacking every loner he saw, he felt no reason to harm an entire family unless they truthfully needed his serving and guidance to Eden. He could yet change his mind about that.
”I am Lāth.” Should this wolf make any indecent move, Loath would need to correct him, teach him manners.
Gods means you no well till their own undoing. Watch your step, watch your move.
You cannot hide from the death in front of you.
(This post was last modified: May 09, 2013, 11:46 AM by Loath.)
Responses are slow from my end cause I just gave birth to a tiny boy.