Post by Grayell on Jun 22, 2012 17:10:41 GMT -5
He had them now. He was high along the ridge line, crawling through the wet woods, picking every step with no thought and immense intuition, his eyes burning his hate toward the men that laughed, jeered and carried on like the useless asses they were below him.
Oh, he wanted to tear into the gully and murder them. He wanted to step from the trees and simply file down their line, killing them all with ease. He thought of how wonderful it would feel to snap through one and see the horror in another's eyes as he quite suddenly came for them, then onto the next...
But some tether remained. None could question his resolve when it came to the Vanguard, he had fought tooth and nail and not rested in months to see it come to life once more. But more than that, he led them when they had no leader, he instilled the code in them; he persevered and insisted to see that what they did was true and pure, was right.
Know all things, then act.
He didn't want to know more. He didn't need to. Each and every one of them smelled like blood. Each and every one of them was in his woods. They were not meant to be here. Each one of them carried the spoils of their kills, creatures snuffed out without warrant and without reason...
He hated poachers. He LOATHED poachers.
But he wasn't entirely sure he could murder them. No. But something else could.
Grayell had not run on all fours in some time. He had been lost in too many thoughts that swirled about the wolf, he thought on his humanity, he thought about family; he thought about his life with Kiko and whether she would rather be the wolf moreso than human. He had given some thought to not letting it run, to let the moons pass by until it was lost to him. But not now.
Now, he slipped into that fur and onto those paws as easily as he breathed then stole through the wilds as a shadow might, descending from his vantage point and cutting through the woods with an easy gait, heading off the 'men' and then finding the trail. He would give them one opportunity to demonstrate what kind of men they were. He was sure he knew, he was completely convinced he had them pegged... but he would give them one very last chance to prove him wrong.
So, as a wolf; Grayell sat in the middle of the path and waited for them to round the corner. They would make this choice, not he.
Oh, he wanted to tear into the gully and murder them. He wanted to step from the trees and simply file down their line, killing them all with ease. He thought of how wonderful it would feel to snap through one and see the horror in another's eyes as he quite suddenly came for them, then onto the next...
But some tether remained. None could question his resolve when it came to the Vanguard, he had fought tooth and nail and not rested in months to see it come to life once more. But more than that, he led them when they had no leader, he instilled the code in them; he persevered and insisted to see that what they did was true and pure, was right.
Know all things, then act.
He didn't want to know more. He didn't need to. Each and every one of them smelled like blood. Each and every one of them was in his woods. They were not meant to be here. Each one of them carried the spoils of their kills, creatures snuffed out without warrant and without reason...
He hated poachers. He LOATHED poachers.
But he wasn't entirely sure he could murder them. No. But something else could.
Grayell had not run on all fours in some time. He had been lost in too many thoughts that swirled about the wolf, he thought on his humanity, he thought about family; he thought about his life with Kiko and whether she would rather be the wolf moreso than human. He had given some thought to not letting it run, to let the moons pass by until it was lost to him. But not now.
Now, he slipped into that fur and onto those paws as easily as he breathed then stole through the wilds as a shadow might, descending from his vantage point and cutting through the woods with an easy gait, heading off the 'men' and then finding the trail. He would give them one opportunity to demonstrate what kind of men they were. He was sure he knew, he was completely convinced he had them pegged... but he would give them one very last chance to prove him wrong.
So, as a wolf; Grayell sat in the middle of the path and waited for them to round the corner. They would make this choice, not he.