Post by Cloudmuffin - - on Jan 12, 2014 14:15:46 GMT -7
The shadows of the tall mountains were
slowly leaking out of the valley as the sun rose higher,
purging the slight chill from the ground beneath my paws.
It was a nice relief, as the cold had left them aching from
long moments crouched down, waiting. The elk was injured,
bawling pathetically as it limped and lurched, not even able
to escape from the valley. I could smell the weakness
festering, could see the strength leaking out and running
down his shoulder. It was a sad sight, but an honest one. He
was a young buck who had no doubt challenged an authority
far more weathered than himself. This, it seemed, was a fitting
end. His weakness would feed the strong, his stupidity, the
smart, and his braveness, the cunning. In his death, those
stronger would find life, and that was the way of nature.
Finally, the pain seemed to great for the lumbering beast,
and with a bellow, he crashed down to his front knees,
bowing before death, master of us all. I was out of my
hiding space like a bullet, before him before he could muster
the strength to stand again. Dodging great sharp antlers,
my lithe form managed to dart in, sharp lethal swords already
tooth deep in his flesh before he could below once more.
Once the thing was done, the elk no longer a creature but a
carcass, I lifted a ruby muzzle high into the sky and called
for my kin. Feast, I sang, feast with me.
slowly leaking out of the valley as the sun rose higher,
purging the slight chill from the ground beneath my paws.
It was a nice relief, as the cold had left them aching from
long moments crouched down, waiting. The elk was injured,
bawling pathetically as it limped and lurched, not even able
to escape from the valley. I could smell the weakness
festering, could see the strength leaking out and running
down his shoulder. It was a sad sight, but an honest one. He
was a young buck who had no doubt challenged an authority
far more weathered than himself. This, it seemed, was a fitting
end. His weakness would feed the strong, his stupidity, the
smart, and his braveness, the cunning. In his death, those
stronger would find life, and that was the way of nature.
Finally, the pain seemed to great for the lumbering beast,
and with a bellow, he crashed down to his front knees,
bowing before death, master of us all. I was out of my
hiding space like a bullet, before him before he could muster
the strength to stand again. Dodging great sharp antlers,
my lithe form managed to dart in, sharp lethal swords already
tooth deep in his flesh before he could below once more.
Once the thing was done, the elk no longer a creature but a
carcass, I lifted a ruby muzzle high into the sky and called
for my kin. Feast, I sang, feast with me.
