Post by alastor on Jun 3, 2008 16:28:43 GMT -5
With some relief Alastor had finally arrived in the Kamari Wastelands, his limp prey still hanging from his mouth in a pathetic fashion. His paws were hot from running so far, but he was not as near as exhausted as he had expected. Quickly he glanced over his shoulder curious if the other pack members had caught up yet. He wouldn’t be surprised if they followed him. That was to be anticipated. It would have been easier to just kill them all while he was there, but that would be boring. If he had killed all of them who would know? Who would miss them? All that would be accomplished is his belly would be full, which wasn’t all that bad of a deal by itself, and he’d gotten to see their horrified faces. Other than that, no one would wonder what happened to them. No one would want to avenge their fallen comrades. Without knowing he’d meet other angry wolves, killing them wouldn’t be as electrifying.
Walking rather calmly around, the monster tried to find the best place to continue his torture. Blood-shot eyes gazed around until they stopped upon a building that looked most suitable. The walls inside it and the roof on top had totally collapsed, but the walls lining the building in a square fashion still remained, other than the entrance that had be broken down. Content with the layout the male happily walked towards it, and soon was finding his ways through the entrance avoiding glass and other sharp material threatening to cut his pads. By a few rocks in the middle of the building he plopped the female down, saliva most likely soaking fur where it made contact with his mouth. That would be lovely to wake up too.
After she was out of his mouth, he stretched his jaw, snapping his teeth together with some amusement. His bite was a hard as ever. Eyeing Rabbit for a moment he smiled, imagining his teeth sinking into her hide. It wouldn’t be as wonderful though as it would have been with Raven. Her crimson coat was beautiful, while this one was more short and dry. Than again, he’s eaten worse. If she wasn’t that good he always had Robin. She was a little shaky and nervous, but he was sure that would do nothing to the meat under her skin.
He was sure Rabbit would be out for a few more hours, so he decided it was time to wait for the rest of the party to get here. The smile still planted on his face he turned around and weaved his way to the entrance of the building again. In the entranceway he lazily leaned his muscles against the doorframe, nostalgically reviewing the events that occurred today. Just these few hours had been wonderful. He was having such a good day! Soon it be even better! Opening his mouth he took in a deep breath of air only to be greeted by the old dead scents of the humans that had lurked here.
Raven had gotten deep with him before, making him remember his past like that. He regretted none of his killings, but remembering those human faces…. those bald monkeys. You could tear them apart like any other creature, yet they had devices and liquids that could do equal that damage. They’re probably one of the few threats to him in the world right now. They had gave him strength, but at the same time he was sure they could have taken that away along with his soul.
With a snort he rid those thoughts from his mind. The humans were gone; no one could hurt him now. The mention of the word ‘hurt’ made him peer down at his legs that were now beginning to scab over from those measly wounds. There was still little dots on his fur though, and when he looked the direction he had come from he realized he had left a trail. “Good,” he murmured to himself happily. Now those wolves had no excuse for not finding him. He hadn’t intentionally left a path for them to follow, but it wasn’t like he was unhappy about it. Yep, life was on his side today! The only thing he was curious about is if the trail would lead some scavengers to the Post too. In the Kamari Wastelands the loners that dwelled here, several also tortured by the humans, followed blood like sharks. He wasn’t in the mood to fight those mongrels, but if they were to conflict with his plans he wouldn’t let them leave without a scar to remember him by.