Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2013 18:02:06 GMT -5
By far, he found the waters resting in rivers and streams were far less horrid than the waters of the ocean. The gentle gurgle of the suds in the river as it tumbled helplessly over the rocks in an endless race were calming to his audits. It was not too deep, despite the width it held, seeming to go on for a ways across before it reached its other bank. It was a nice thing, though, to see that not all rivers were completely raging and maddened liquids, frothing at the edges and reaching for any passersby with needy fingers. Those rivers wanted to drag anyone they could into their depths, test them to see if they were at all capable of surviving its wrath. Someone as large as he would have no problem in doing so, but he had not always been as large as he was now. Merely two years ago he had been tossed around by the furious seas like one of the toys he'd played with at the zoo he was born in. But that was the ocean. Still, much had changed.
Steven had arrived on the island after the ocean had thrown him in circles for countless days, his paws flailing to keep his head above the water, swallowing the salty liquid in massive gulps as he attempted to breathe in air. He remembered seeing the land and then everything crowded his vision, turning it black. He had woken not on the beach as he had expected, though he had not even thought he would be capable to wake at all, but to a group of wolves that had begun to call themselves an army. There had been several of them, though none of the males were so kind to him. Nor were the females, but that was due to his incredibly small size for a grey wolf. Something in his body had not worked correctly in times past that made him that way. It had only been after training with Irzkine and Peggy that he had grown so much. He didn't know what Irzkine had done, perhaps it had been the disgusting herbs he had made him eat it in his meals, but it seemed to have done the trick. The training made it better as well.
The massive grey huffed within his head as he pulled out of his reverie, resting low within the ferns that obscured his white pelt from the creature he was stalking. It was a pretty large doe, by which he meant it was full. Considering the time of year it was, it was a rather lucky catch. The creature had been quite swift, though, but he had at least managed to corral it down here. She seemed to be exhausted at this point, which gave him an advantage, but her hoof was also caught in some stones. While he did not enjoy hunting a creature that stood such little chance when they were practically laid out in front of him, he could not settle the rumbling in his belly by merely sitting there and staring at her. With small movements, he pushed himself forwards through the ferns, making little noise as possible. His lips curled over his gums, teeth parting to a point where he would be prepared to lock them around the beast's neck.
Steven's growl came out low before he bounded steadily across the distance that was left between them, covering it in so few strides and so quickly that the deer had very little time to react to the fact he was coming right at her. He enveloped her shoulders with his large arms, snapping his jaw closed around the delicate skin of her jugular in one swift movement. The doe had little time to scream as the blood cascaded from her throat, stripping the life out of her. The fur around his muzzle was stained with blood, the pelt around his legs drenched with water. He barreled the doe onto the opposite bank, where he kept his grip and his distance from her legs until every muscle went limp. He released the dead deer and gave a howl in triumph. While he didn't often enjoy killing truly defenseless creatures, he did enjoy the adrenaline it gave him and the joy of the victory. The grey wolf turned to the water and dunked his snout into it, washing the blood from it, even though it would merely be stained again when he began to eat.