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Apr 9, 2017 14:38:17 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2017 14:38:17 GMT -5
The large, burly brute slid down a soft slope of earth, where it was rather marshy. He was up near the topside of the cragged incline, where he was hunting for prey. The male hoped for something more his size; a nice steaming deer sounded delicious. Licking his chops, he shook out his fluffy fur and continued his way down the mountain. The day was beginning to feed into the night, with the sun's rays washing the sky in varying shades of purple, orange, and red. Ears flickering, he waited for a sound; anything that might be fair game. After some time of playing the waiting game, Brawin pushed on, nearing the bottom of the incline. The brute's eyes flashed as the last of days light was swallowed up. Quietly cursing under his breath, his curled tail tightened in frustration. For he was too late, and for his failure he'd go... hungry for the time being.
Snuffing his nose in displeasure, the fluffy brute's eyes glowed in the twilight. Moving forward, Brawin kept his head low in case something decided to "stop by." In all honesty the male had no idea what he was doing. Yes, he was hungry: he was hunting, but not that's not the case. He had no one to go to, no one to dote on— hell! He doesn't even know where his own goddamn children are, and not to mention the lady he had taken. The male didn't know what to do or where his life was headed. His connections to others are very limited, and hasn't had much contact in sometime with others of his own species: canine. For now, all he could do is continue on with his normal duties to keep himself alive and hope to run into somebody. Anybody, really. Brawin wanted a friend, or perhaps more. He wasn't sure. Unfurling his tightened coil of a tail, he stopped briefly. Stop acting like a female and get ahold of yourself. There's no room to complain. the brute scolded himself, feeling pitiful in that moment.
Snuffing his nose in displeasure, the fluffy brute's eyes glowed in the twilight. Moving forward, Brawin kept his head low in case something decided to "stop by." In all honesty the male had no idea what he was doing. Yes, he was hungry: he was hunting, but not that's not the case. He had no one to go to, no one to dote on— hell! He doesn't even know where his own goddamn children are, and not to mention the lady he had taken. The male didn't know what to do or where his life was headed. His connections to others are very limited, and hasn't had much contact in sometime with others of his own species: canine. For now, all he could do is continue on with his normal duties to keep himself alive and hope to run into somebody. Anybody, really. Brawin wanted a friend, or perhaps more. He wasn't sure. Unfurling his tightened coil of a tail, he stopped briefly. Stop acting like a female and get ahold of yourself. There's no room to complain. the brute scolded himself, feeling pitiful in that moment.