Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2014 20:53:05 GMT -5
Kuruk's powerful jaws began devouring the freshly killed buck he had just taken down. Even though he had been free from captivity for about four months now, food was still a major concern for the large male. While he had been locked away, he had only been given enough food to barely keep him alive. Now that he was free, it was almost an obsession. He felt the need to hunt a substantial meal at least every other day and he'd often provide himself the small snack of a rabbit or two a couple of times a day.
Though it may not have been obvious to one who didn't know the large black male, he was still dealing with the effects of his time spent with that awful pack. Kuruk still refused to sleep inside of a den for it reminded him of the hole he was kept in for those eight months. While he slept, he'd still have reoccurring nightmares that woke him up in the dead of night. His brother, Thanatos, was still unaware of what exactly had happened to him. When asked, Kuruk would either change the subject or walk away from the conversation. Not only did he not want to talk about it because every time he'd even think about what happened, it was like he was reliving it all over again but also because he didn't want his brother to feel guilty about something that he had no control over. Instead, Kuruk found that participating in self-destructive activities like using hallucinogenic plants to sooth his troubled mind.
Kuruk had taken down a large, strong buck. The black male himself weighed nearly 200 pounds, if not more but was always pleased with himself when he killed such a strong beast. It made him feel in control. The power was like an adrenaline rush. It fed his ego like a mother feeds her young. He had dominated the beast and killed it. His power surpassed that of the buck and now the buck would feed him, giving him more strength than before.
Kuruk had always been a powerful being despite being the youngest of his biological siblings. He had prided himself in being Thanatos' powerful and frightening older brother. His siblings knew that if they picked a fight with him, they were picking a fight with both of them. Kuruk had always been there for his brother and he supposed that old habits died hard as the two of them were still traveling together after Kuruk had destroyed the pack that had taken them in. Thanatos was a major pain in Kuruk's side most of the time and was glad to have a few moments of solitude. However, he knew that he wouldn't be eating the whole buck as he simply wasn't hungry enough and the thought of waste made him want to throw up so even though sharing wasn't really his thing, he was hoping that his brother would come along and take some of this kill. Really, Kuruk just liked the act of killing. It was thrilling. It gave him a rush like nothing else. He liked watching the life slowly drift away from the eyes of his victims. The numbness in his heart prevented him from feeling and guilt or shame in his actions. Hunting had become quite the hobby for the young male although taking the lives of other wolves was more exciting. Being only 2 and a half years old, if he had to guess he'd say that he'd killed at least 20 wolves and only the Great Spirit knew how many times he'd killed a buck or a rabbit. It was like a drug, and Kuruk was addicted. Though it wasn't constantly on his mind, when an opportunity came his way, it was extremely challenging to turn it down. However, each time he killed, it got less and less effective for his purposes. It didn't give him the same rush as it used to in the beginning so he'd have to find ways to make it more challenging for himself so he could get the same rush.
Kuruk stepped away from his kill a few steps, but not too far. He still felt a small ounce of protectiveness over his achievement. It was his, it belonged to him. He didn't want strangers to be under the impression that they could just mooch off of his work. Although he wasn't in a protective stance over the kill, he was nearby ready to protect it if he needed to.
Though it may not have been obvious to one who didn't know the large black male, he was still dealing with the effects of his time spent with that awful pack. Kuruk still refused to sleep inside of a den for it reminded him of the hole he was kept in for those eight months. While he slept, he'd still have reoccurring nightmares that woke him up in the dead of night. His brother, Thanatos, was still unaware of what exactly had happened to him. When asked, Kuruk would either change the subject or walk away from the conversation. Not only did he not want to talk about it because every time he'd even think about what happened, it was like he was reliving it all over again but also because he didn't want his brother to feel guilty about something that he had no control over. Instead, Kuruk found that participating in self-destructive activities like using hallucinogenic plants to sooth his troubled mind.
Kuruk had taken down a large, strong buck. The black male himself weighed nearly 200 pounds, if not more but was always pleased with himself when he killed such a strong beast. It made him feel in control. The power was like an adrenaline rush. It fed his ego like a mother feeds her young. He had dominated the beast and killed it. His power surpassed that of the buck and now the buck would feed him, giving him more strength than before.
Kuruk had always been a powerful being despite being the youngest of his biological siblings. He had prided himself in being Thanatos' powerful and frightening older brother. His siblings knew that if they picked a fight with him, they were picking a fight with both of them. Kuruk had always been there for his brother and he supposed that old habits died hard as the two of them were still traveling together after Kuruk had destroyed the pack that had taken them in. Thanatos was a major pain in Kuruk's side most of the time and was glad to have a few moments of solitude. However, he knew that he wouldn't be eating the whole buck as he simply wasn't hungry enough and the thought of waste made him want to throw up so even though sharing wasn't really his thing, he was hoping that his brother would come along and take some of this kill. Really, Kuruk just liked the act of killing. It was thrilling. It gave him a rush like nothing else. He liked watching the life slowly drift away from the eyes of his victims. The numbness in his heart prevented him from feeling and guilt or shame in his actions. Hunting had become quite the hobby for the young male although taking the lives of other wolves was more exciting. Being only 2 and a half years old, if he had to guess he'd say that he'd killed at least 20 wolves and only the Great Spirit knew how many times he'd killed a buck or a rabbit. It was like a drug, and Kuruk was addicted. Though it wasn't constantly on his mind, when an opportunity came his way, it was extremely challenging to turn it down. However, each time he killed, it got less and less effective for his purposes. It didn't give him the same rush as it used to in the beginning so he'd have to find ways to make it more challenging for himself so he could get the same rush.
Kuruk stepped away from his kill a few steps, but not too far. He still felt a small ounce of protectiveness over his achievement. It was his, it belonged to him. He didn't want strangers to be under the impression that they could just mooch off of his work. Although he wasn't in a protective stance over the kill, he was nearby ready to protect it if he needed to.