02-24-2021, 01:37 PM
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[sup]© tikki[/sup]I DON'T CARE WHO I MIGHT HURT ALONG THE WAY, I'M FUCKING SINKING
Keeping himself separated from the other animals at Palm Glades was simple enough. Not like they went out of their way to talk to him. Most likely it was the impression that he gave when he arrived with his father. The disdain he held for having to come here and then he had to apologize. Not like it made him like the circumstances anymore than previously. But he had kept his muzzle shut. Just to ease the tensions with his dad. He was all that he had anyway. Odd colored orbs surveyed the home that they had picked at the Boardwalk. Bland and neutral but it was at least warm and cozy. He liked it for the fact that he had his own room. With a light yawn the youth pulled himself from his bedding and he shook himself, stretching had tall and skinny frame before he arched his back a bit. He wanted to try and catch something, breakfast most like and he left out of the home without a word.
He hasn't explored much of the area yet, and being left to his own devices meant he had all the time in the world to do so. So he walked, leaving the unfamiliar territory behind for more unfamiliarity. As he trotted his eyes noticed the elevation and the way in which it increased. The hill that he thought he had found was more than that. The wind seemed to sweep across the tall grasses and he narrowed his gaze as he came to the top. Cliffside. He breathed in the salty air before he sighed an closed his eyes. To him he felt like he had lost everything and he just didn't understand the choice of it. Perhaps he was too young and needed to learn to see it. But it irked him. The borzoi huffed before he tore his head away from the view and at a sight he was more intrigued with. A bird. A falcon to be exact. He parted his jaws and his monochrome figure crouched low. He had hunted birds before. Those of many different shapes and colors. He figured this would be no different.
So he sized it up. The falcon seemed preoccupied with something, a rustling in the grass. A small vermin peeking its head out. The bird dived down, the canine leapt up like a bullet. His long snouted opening up to snap jaws around the midsection of the avian. As he fell the bird struggled of course and he winced as talons nicked him. But once on the ground he was the master and the decider of the bird's fate. Sharply he wretched the neck putting and end to the struggling. Making a face he spat out feathers before licking his jaws. Not a bad kill if he thought so but he could always improve in method. "I guess I can use the feathers for something. Throw the rest to whoever."
He hasn't explored much of the area yet, and being left to his own devices meant he had all the time in the world to do so. So he walked, leaving the unfamiliar territory behind for more unfamiliarity. As he trotted his eyes noticed the elevation and the way in which it increased. The hill that he thought he had found was more than that. The wind seemed to sweep across the tall grasses and he narrowed his gaze as he came to the top. Cliffside. He breathed in the salty air before he sighed an closed his eyes. To him he felt like he had lost everything and he just didn't understand the choice of it. Perhaps he was too young and needed to learn to see it. But it irked him. The borzoi huffed before he tore his head away from the view and at a sight he was more intrigued with. A bird. A falcon to be exact. He parted his jaws and his monochrome figure crouched low. He had hunted birds before. Those of many different shapes and colors. He figured this would be no different.
So he sized it up. The falcon seemed preoccupied with something, a rustling in the grass. A small vermin peeking its head out. The bird dived down, the canine leapt up like a bullet. His long snouted opening up to snap jaws around the midsection of the avian. As he fell the bird struggled of course and he winced as talons nicked him. But once on the ground he was the master and the decider of the bird's fate. Sharply he wretched the neck putting and end to the struggling. Making a face he spat out feathers before licking his jaws. Not a bad kill if he thought so but he could always improve in method. "I guess I can use the feathers for something. Throw the rest to whoever."
SAUVIGNON - 11 MONTHS - PALM GLADES