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Post by hound on Aug 29, 2013 17:38:58 GMT -8
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Instinct. Instinct is a hard thing to fight. Nature and nurture all came crashing back down on the girl’s shoulders. She needed something to fight. Something that she couldn’t fight, really. There were always things that the creature was pushing against, things that pushed back. A massive struggle… a massive struggle that she was going to have to put up with. Pagan would always deal, but sometimes it would be harder than others. Sometimes Pagan gave into the instinct, the chasing and the searching that was always in her mind. She needed to search. She needed to… find. Sometimes she wouldn’t really find anything. She was looking.
Pagan knew how to find what she needed. She knew where there were a few singular cows hanging around in the woods. She knows that there’s someone out there. They’re there, and she can find them. Sometimes, a dog’s brain is hardwired for something… sometimes she needs to… to do it. She needs to find something that drives her and brings her into motion. She needs to be in motion, constant motion. Brilliance runs bright and hot in Pagan, and that’s what brings her to the farmhouse. That’s what brings her forward and into a world that’s filled with dappled light. She will find something to herd. She will find something.
And there it was. She can see the flash of pale wool, and it sends her off like a shot. She’s biting at the creature, chasing, running down... running down the creature. Pagan’s tail thrashes behind her, and she can’t help but feel exhilarated. It’s wonderful. Adrenaline. She can’t help but feel more alive than ever when she’s chasing, running, feeling everything in her body work in perfect time. The creature doesn’t even care that she’s drawing attention to herself. There’s something in her that needs the sheep to move, needs it to go where she wants to go. Pagan would move the sheep, but she wouldn’t kill it. She needed to… move. She needed to breathe.
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TSAVO
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Post by TSAVO on Sept 13, 2013 17:26:23 GMT -8
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top] | Muscles surged as the female pushed her way on, she knew where she was going and did not care what anyone had to say about it. Her brown eyes were determined, set ahead and focused. She did not even glance at the occasional other being that she passed as she made her way down the streets and through allies, jumping fences and making her way through old, dying yards. The sun beat down on her short white and brown coat and she felt nice, warm - which was a relief since she left all of her blankets back at the camp today.
Her ears shoved forward and she picked up a familiar scent. Prey. Paws shifted as she slowed down a bit, dropping herself into more of a push-up position. She was pleased with her decision, coming to the farmlands had resulted in the find of a possible kill, just what she had hoped for. Her tongue rolled over her nose and she could feel drool dripping from her chops. It was so rare to find a live meal these days, especially within the city. Most of her meals happened to be scraps she came across, many of them old and tasteless. Bland. The excitement was building up in her, she knew that he coat did not blend well with her surroundings, but she was still trying.
Nostrils flared and she made her way quietly through the old crop land and tall grasses. Tail tucked between her legs, ears pressed back against her head, and her determination became clearer as she made her way through, trying to find whatever it was she was hunting. She did not know what it was that she was after, maybe a goat or a duck... Shit, she'd even be happy with a squirrel at this point. But a part of her hoped for something larger. Maybe a sheep or a cow... Oh boy, how great would a cow be? Could she even take down a cow? She hoped that if it were a cow that her efforts would not be in vain. She had never tried to kill a cow, only having seen them a few times in her life.
Suddenly, it seemed to have gone flying past her, with something chasing it? She paused and cocked her head, looking around as she caught a familiar scent. It was of her pack lands... a member of Rhazorn? What was the other animal? She took off after them, not running as fast as they were, but fast enough to hopefully catch up. After all, she was a pit bull - not a greyhound.
Panting hard, she was finally coming up on the pair. From what she could tell, it was a sheep, or so she thought. Maybe it was a goat... but it seemed big enough to be a sheep. She licked her lips again. She recognized the other member, but only because of her rank. She did not personally know the female. Her name was Page, or something like that. She was an elite in the pack. A pit mix, from what Amity knew. Amity herself was a sun within the ranks, putting herself slightly above the elite member and giving her the responsibility to look after and keep tabs on the female, along with everyone else below her.
Taking the opportunity, she leaped into the chase (not realizing what Pagan was actually doing) and made her way for the sheep. Doing the best she could to grab its leg, she was hoping to be able to catch it off balance and knock it down behind her. At that point, they would easily be able to turn and kill the animal. Eat whatever they wished of it and take some back for the Alpha and rest of the pack. Dash would be pleased with a liver or something, Amity was sure.
At that point, she was not concerned about anything else, just catching the creature. Her stomach rumbled and a growl escaped her throat in response to it. Her tail wagged excitedly, it had been so long since she had killed something. The adrenaline was pulsing through her, the excitement of tasting the blood and meat almost too much for her to handle any longer. Her brown eyes snapped to Pagan for a moment as her jowls snapped shut and she hoped to God she had caught the damned creature.
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