Tasteless
Boink Bean
Rome's massive paws tore at the damp earth below his body as he sprinted, The sweet scent carried into his nostrils causing his maw to drip with drool. He charged forward and sunk his fangs into the soft white fur, the creature let out a squeal as Rome swung his head back and threw the cattle animal. The sheep rolled through the grass, and laid on it side, it squirmed frantically in attempt to flee from Rome's snapping jaws. Yet it was to late. Rome's massive fangs slipped through the sheep's soft throat skin, it squirmed as it began to suffocate, its blood soaking its white wool. Rome then released the still living creature, and licked his bloody maw, he sunk his teeth into its fur and threw it into the air. He watched as it hit the ground with the thud. It squirmed in agony, as blood dripped onto the ground from a new head injury from the fall. Rome stood over the suffering Sheep, before sinking his teeth into it's throat one final time, he shook his head, listening to the sheep's neck break in his maw. He dropped the dead live stock an licked his bloody maw. The herd of sheep watched from a distance. Rome lunged toward the herd and it scattered in shock, Rome hadn't finished yet. He chased the herd quickly and nipped a lame's heels. Its mother began angry and raised her hooves to Rome, Who caught her leg and tossed her aside as he held her baby down with one large paw on it's tiny head. Rome then knelt down, and put his jaws around the lame's skull, before in a slow movement, crushed the tiny creature's head, and its squirming ceased.
Rome was a larger sized wolf, and carried the lamb back to the other dead sheep, He spit out the bloody carcass before picking up them both up in his jaws, and making his way back toward Vertiron camp.
Knight made his way to the stream. The morning spring breeze was frigid and made his pelt prickle.The breeze carried the scent of newborn creatures, mating season was upon the packs, and the need for territory.. and mates was desperate. He could smell the scent of a sheep herd nearby and knew Rome was out hunting them.. If you could call it that.. It was more torture for the poor, unintelligent cattle. He halted at the stream, it was one of the borders between Aldmoor and Vertiron. The large silver wolf knelt at the stream and began to lap up the icy water. His ears pricked forward just encase.
Rowan stood in a field, the grass was a deep shade of green, ad the sky was clear blue. He blinked a few times, He could see! Suddenly everything changed. The deep blue sky turned a deep red with shades of orange and purple, and the breeze carried blood. Rowan blinked and was terrified at the sight. Vina laid at his paws, blood smeared over her fur, and she stared up at him weakly. Rowan stepped back in shocked, He looked around him and his pack laid in the field, everyone slaughtered. The pup's head's were crushed, and the pregnant females had their stomachs ripped open. Undeveloped pups scattered around. Laughter filled the air, as Rome stood beside Rowan, He looked behind him and the dark figures of Rome's pack stalked him. Rowan felt Rome's jaws toss him aside, and suddenly everything went black.
Rowan's light blue eyes shot open, yet he was only met with darkness as he always was. The scent of blood lingered and it made Rowan's pelt prickle. The blind brute stood up slowly, before sniffing his way out of his den. He flicked his ears as he made his way into the center of camp, and towards Vina's den.
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