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Kill.Ressurect.Survive « Thread Started on Jul 20, 2009, 2:14am »
In reality, what do we really know? Our instincts tell us to survive and reproduce. And that is all the knowledge we truly posess.
Whether I was in the best of moods was impossible to decipher. I just lay in the corpse of the snow; cold, wet and awake. I was far over off to the side, my white figure almost consumed by the lower, menacing branches of the trees. At a glance, I could be mistaken as dead flattened out on my side. But come and poke at me. See what happens.
I was receded into myself, submerged in thoughts, questions and curiosities. My hunger and sandpaper-like throat was forgotten. It's a very stupid act on my part. Instead of laying there and wasting my life away I should be sustainting it. But how long can we really sustain our lives? We all die in the end anyway.
I stood and slipped inbetween the trunks of the thinner, smaller trees. The lower branches clawed my back and I only arched my back up higher like a cat for a better scratch. The small chunks of matted fur snapped the low-hanging twigs. Satisfied, I rubbed my side against a tree, stripping it of any brittle bark and wearing it on my muddy fur.
My life here so far had been... uneventful. I had managed to dig up a rabbit from it's burrow after numerous failures to catch the wretched thing. By it's intellegence, I knew that it had lived and learned how to survive the predatory creatures out to eat it like me. Well, it had lived... and died. And so I predict the same fate for those individuals who are stupid enough to recieve the violent hounds' hate. It's survival of the fittest, both physical and intellegence.
ooc. sorry if it sucks. I've never rped a wolf before 0.o