Post by Valid on Mar 26, 2008 19:31:15 GMT -6
just point and laugh [/font]
He prowled, long, sturdy legs sent to work with an even stride as he followed the wildebeest inward. Crossing the threshold into the desert was no big deal to him, or even the others that trailed behind the bleeding beast. Not and again attempting to rid it of its misery as it traveled further and further away from the herdlands, and deeper and deeper into more savage country. The winds lashed at his golden hide, stirring up the sand and biting deeper… It was not long before he, and those others who had yet to give up the pursuit, were filthy. Dust covered, each and every turned a shade lighter and the elders of this crowd of misfits and bachelors with manes, now had a filled-with-dirt carpet in its stead. Too young for a full head of long, thick fur he was sparred the hairdo as he went on. Eyes narrowed as he walked, attentive round ears turned backward, but still very much capable of hearing the impatient growls of one of his ‘brethren’ before they tried (horribly) to finish the wildebeest off. Calamity, however, made no attempts and thus no failed ones. He was patient enough, he could wait, assured that sooner or later the prey would fall and he would have quite a nice share. It did not matter how far he had to walk (though he figured it not much further, the old cow was on her last legs) he had all day, all next day, and all the day after that. Time, did not matter to him… He had more then enough time for a good meal. Even if he would much rather be out of this blasted weather (the winds were strong, the sand fine, and it seemed to be getting worse); even if. “Osatu! How’s it going back there you sack of shit!” Pardon him if he couldn’t resist, tipping his head into his shoulder (which he looked over now, to look at the rather chubby youth) as not to have a collection of sand thrown down his throat he chatted to the boy who struggled to keep up this ‘rigorous’ work of trailing the kill for the mounting miles. His comments met with nothing more then a snarling snap as the other wheezed and gagged and lumbered. A snicker resounding from his own vocals, a hazardous smirk accompanying as the brigade of seven or so rode on. It would not be long now till high noon, nor long for until their feast. How did he know? He felt it… and his perception of the factors that made up this scene, assured it. After all how long could wonder prey go about this?
CALAMITY POST! soon <3
