Sacrifices [mud]

[sorcerer]

As days went, Cole supposed this had not been a bad one. Sunny, but cold. He wandered through the afternoon shadows, for some reason in a foul mood, snarling vaguely at passing small animals. He was hungry, but not enough to hunt. The last few weeks had been...tiresome, really. Nothing to do, nobody to see. All the pack members who were so bold about wandering around by themselves during the summer months were hiding out now in their safe territories. Apparently tiny cats and swaggering pack dogs weren't as brave as they thought they were, once the predators got hungry.
If he remembered correctly, Cole was actually supposed to be in one of those packs..
He shrugged slightly. He was the biggest predator out here anyway. It would take more guts than most of the small-time spies and half-baked dog gangs had to even come near him. Not that they didn't try, and, one in a while, Tempest pack sent someone after him, but it never did any good. They were short on big enough dogs.
The wolf headed down an alley towards the little area he was currently using as a home away from home. True, he still had that place in the castle, but it was a ways away from the city. Not as many fights to get into over there, and also, he was trying to stay a step ahead of Fala.
Also one step behind Aleut.
He walked a bit faster at the idea, looking interestedly at the streets around him. Empty. His reputation (and, undoubtedly, stench) preceded him. The closer he got to his home-away-from-home, the quieter it was. Just like old times. Today it was even quieter than usual, which was nice enough, he supposed. He wasn't really worried about what was going on around here anyway. None of it was big enough to bother him.

After another few streets, he started to think that it might be a bit too quiet. More like another predator was hanging around than just himself. He stopped for a moment, staring down the road toward 'his' alleyway. Normally all there was down there were some old rags and things under a fallen trash can, where he lived when he was in the area. There was definitely someone else there now, though. A smallish animal. The wolf crouched down, anger flaring up in him again.
Typical. Probably another loner passing by, wondering if the monser still lived here. Or, if he was less lucky, one of the packs' goons. Actually, when he concentrated, there was a definite smell of feline..young, at that.
Maybe he would eat tonight after all.
He stuck to the deepening shadows, moving at a steady pace, yellow eyes fixed on an area just above his target's head...

[MudBug]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background: url(http://i41.tinypic.com/2ijj0wz.jpg) top center no-repeat; border: 3px solid #06080d; padding: 0px;] [style=width: 400px; font-family: georgia; color: #433c30; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px;]"Speech" Yuke was far from home, as he liked it. It had been a while - in fact, perhaps his entire life - since he felt comfortable lounging around in the woods with his kin. Always the loner, or, at least, he liked to think so. The reactions of his heart told a different tale, but he tried to forget about that. Nobody had to know what he wanted to do, at times. No, they only had to judge him by he did. So, what drew him out to the wilderness and freelands on every possible occasion? Freedom, well that was obvious, but Yuke was always free, wasn't he? Rebellion was an easy answer - with a grain of truth, perhaps - but he could hardly calling the driving force. He came to a stop, resting in the one small patch of light, offered by the moon as it sought a path through the shadows of the looming structures that build The Slums of Hexasol. Content with his resting place, Yuke sealed his eyes shut, focusing on organizing his thoughts, and wants. What do you want, Yuke? His mind begged the question, and the answer came to him faster than he anticipated. I want . . . to prove . . . myself. A soft sigh drifted from his lips. Completely satisfied with such a vague reasoning behind his wandering away from home, Yuke rose again to walk through the rest of Hexasol's one bustling streets. A strange spring in his step, he felt bizarrely unstoppable. [/style]