Post by LittleDeadGrrl on Apr 9, 2012 13:40:42 GMT -5
-The sable colored wolf rolled in the dirt of the streets. He stretched out content to be back on four legs as he belonged. Ilan moved through the back alleys of Las Vegas. He knew Ace was somewhere nearby, he didn't know if he was in homid form or not but it didn't matter. He was given league to hunt tonight. His smaller size came at an advantage, in the light of day there was no mistaking him for a dog, but in the darkness and keeping out of sight he could be seen as just an over grown mutt. He gave himself to the instinct of the hunt. To cull the weakest of the human pack. Why not? The first he came upon was an older human, he reeked of alcohol and dirt, but it was a good smell. More natural in than the perfumes humans liked to slather themselves in and that Ilan found distasteful ... -
Woah ... you're a big boy aintcha ...
-Ilan moved in closer baring his teeth but the bum reached trying to pet the wolf. He was beyond intoxicated and couldn't see how dangerous it was to touch the wolf but Ilan stared at him a bit mystified. He knew he should be terrifying. He stared at the older man as he pet him. He was weak. He should end his life but he found himself unsatified with this prey. His head rose sniffing slowly. More were coming. He moved under the blankets with the bum watching the old man smile and laugh a little. He sighed murmuring half unconcious-
You cold boy ... you can sleep with me ... I can call you something ... maybe Rusty ...
-Ilan was mostly ignoring the babbling of the human. He could feel his cold body clinging to his own much warmer one and knew the old man wouldn't live long. He was weak. He should have been culled by his pack. His focus was on the two humans coming into the alleyway. Younger. Marked with strange ink. They reeked of the city, the unnatural, and worst they reeked of the one thing Ilan hated. Gunpowder. He was conceled behind the bum as they came in drinking starting to kick at the old man a bit ... -
You know this is our fucking territory ... fucking crackhead ... what that you got there ...
-The bum moaned in pain when he was kicked but he got up slowly holding up a hand to defend himself ... -
I ain't hurting no one ... I'll move ... sorry man ... that ... just a mutt nothing ... he mine don't hurt him ... I'll leave ...
-Ilan arched a brow still hidden beneath the mass of blankets and garbage. The human was going to defend him? Strange. Not what he expected. They dragged the bum away and hit him once hard as he lay moaning in pain. They had pipes in their hand grinning ... -
Maybe if we kill fido you'll learn your fucking place ...
-Ilan let them come in closer. He watched as they moved in closer and the first one brought the pipe down on his spine. He felt the pain, but it was brief, hardly anything he felt, and hardly compared to what was about to happen to them. He jumped from beneath the beneath biting down on a shoulder. His brought the first human down biting down at his face riping out his tongue and part of his cheek. He screamed but nothing but gurgling sound came. Ilan licked his lips almost seeming to smile as the second fumbled with his fun but he never got a chance to shoot. Since he'd immobilized the first he took his time with the second. He crushed his windpipe before he buried his muzzle in his stomach ripping out entrails feasting on the soft warm part of the midsection. He ingested a bit of the meat. Not much. Bit a bit. It was fresh and good. He could still feel the heart thumping it's last beat when he padded on the second. He growled down at him slicing his flesh off in strips with his paw. He took his time enjoying the kill. It was almost amusing to see him take a serial glee in it and not miss not having opposable thumbs. He had claws and teeth and the humans did not die slowly. He gave them no respect as he would a deer or other prey. They were unworthy. When he was done he dragged their bodies to the dumpster nearby dumping them within before jumping off shaking off his fur. The old man tumbled near him ... -
... good boy ...
-He crawled back to his blankets dropping down. Ilan moved in closer tugging the blankets on top of him as he licked a few of his wounds before padding away slowly from him. A rare bit of mercy on his part to a human. He felt conflicted. Could there be any use to these two legged breed? He hadn't thought so even with Ace not being lupus but beyond being kept as possible breeding stock he'd have been fine with the whole destruction of the race. Why not. They had destroyed his kind. He sniffed the air wanting to find his mate and mentor-