Post by abalancedbreakfast on Oct 6, 2016 3:33:02 GMT
Food. The driving desire, the ultimate prize to any living animal on earth. Anybody can say they’re a perfect, upstanding, and righteous lion, but the moment you make food rare, they’ll crumble like the dirt on a termite hill.
Wapotofu just chose to embrace that with open arms.
And perhaps that was why he was currently stalking a full grown Gazelle through the savannahs of some pride he didn’t care about in some place far away from the so-called home he was banished from. Being a fiend, a thug, a worthless cave rat, scraping his living from borderlands, being a poacher and killing other lions to cover his tracks, maybe helping smuggle dangerous lions from time to time in lands they weren’t supposed to be in.
He was another lost child, and the whole world knew it.
He was downwind, in perfect position for the kill. Behind the gazelle who had foolishly separated himself from his herd, he lowered his stance and licked his chops for another kill. Two steps forward. The gazelle hadn’t heard a thing. Another two. An ear shot up, but other than that, no effect.
A position like this was a miracle. Especially for a white lion such as himself. One wrong move, one false turn of the head, and he would be spotted. White lions never fared well for not being spotted.
He decided right then and there to make a move. Springing into action, he pounced the gazelle down to the ground, desperately trying to grab at its throat. Claws to the face and stomach blinded the gazelle’s vision and caused him more pain. The prey responded with a sharp kick to Wapo’s leg. No matter, it had happened before. Wapo swung around on the neck, finally managing to sink his teeth into the throat, clamping down hard. More stern kicks to the stomach dared the wayward adolescent to release his grip, but he stood firm.
What Wapo didn’t count on was one of the gazelle’s friends coming in to gore him in his hind leg as he was holding onto the gazelle’s throat.
Immediately, he flung to the ground, his prey’s throat severed from the neck, and his prize killed. However, a sharp, loud, and vulgar swear of pain from Wapo’s mouth went to show that this wasn’t a victory for the lion.
A trail of his own blood lay in the dirt, the secretions of a large gash on his flank.
He rolled around in the dirt, swearing and grabbing himself in pain.
“Damn… I hope you dyin’ right now, gazelle! Ya’ hea’ that! I hope you dyin’! I hope you an’ yo’ whole family go down, all a’ y’all!”
He took the chance to look at his leg. Blood stained his white fur, and for the first time in a while it was his own. “Man… ain’t that jus’ perfect? Jus’ what I need!” he grimaced.
He pushed, trying to get himself up on his legs again. He had to get out of there fast. Taking one step forward, he collapsed onto the floor again. Another round of swearing was followed by him getting up a second time. With constant sharp breaths of pain, he limped his way over to the gazelle he had managed to kill. “Come on, you comin’ with me.”
But it was clear he didn’t manage to kill it all the way. Quickly the animal reared back, trying to gore him again. This time, he dodged, swinging back around to punch the animal’s face repeatedly. “What’s that? Huh? You wanna go with Wapo! I’ll make sure you get a painful death, You be sure of that!”
Punch after punch after brutal punch landed on the gazelle’s muzzle, staining Wapo with vibrant reds as he collapsed to the floor.
“Ngh… this ain’t how it was supposed to go down…”
He fell back to the floor, running out of consciousness to carry him along, but furiously pounding the dirt with his fist in anger as he screamed.
Ain’t no hope left fo’ me, I guess… I can’t fight these guards off…
He felt a sense of his pride go like that. But a realization that he was either about to die or be caught overtook it. This was the end. He was going to go out fighting, like a real lion would.
So, when he saw some leonine figure in his vision, he weakly unsheathed his claws and made one missed swipe before crashing to the ground.
Please don’t end like this...
Wapotofu just chose to embrace that with open arms.
And perhaps that was why he was currently stalking a full grown Gazelle through the savannahs of some pride he didn’t care about in some place far away from the so-called home he was banished from. Being a fiend, a thug, a worthless cave rat, scraping his living from borderlands, being a poacher and killing other lions to cover his tracks, maybe helping smuggle dangerous lions from time to time in lands they weren’t supposed to be in.
He was another lost child, and the whole world knew it.
He was downwind, in perfect position for the kill. Behind the gazelle who had foolishly separated himself from his herd, he lowered his stance and licked his chops for another kill. Two steps forward. The gazelle hadn’t heard a thing. Another two. An ear shot up, but other than that, no effect.
A position like this was a miracle. Especially for a white lion such as himself. One wrong move, one false turn of the head, and he would be spotted. White lions never fared well for not being spotted.
He decided right then and there to make a move. Springing into action, he pounced the gazelle down to the ground, desperately trying to grab at its throat. Claws to the face and stomach blinded the gazelle’s vision and caused him more pain. The prey responded with a sharp kick to Wapo’s leg. No matter, it had happened before. Wapo swung around on the neck, finally managing to sink his teeth into the throat, clamping down hard. More stern kicks to the stomach dared the wayward adolescent to release his grip, but he stood firm.
What Wapo didn’t count on was one of the gazelle’s friends coming in to gore him in his hind leg as he was holding onto the gazelle’s throat.
Immediately, he flung to the ground, his prey’s throat severed from the neck, and his prize killed. However, a sharp, loud, and vulgar swear of pain from Wapo’s mouth went to show that this wasn’t a victory for the lion.
A trail of his own blood lay in the dirt, the secretions of a large gash on his flank.
He rolled around in the dirt, swearing and grabbing himself in pain.
“Damn… I hope you dyin’ right now, gazelle! Ya’ hea’ that! I hope you dyin’! I hope you an’ yo’ whole family go down, all a’ y’all!”
He took the chance to look at his leg. Blood stained his white fur, and for the first time in a while it was his own. “Man… ain’t that jus’ perfect? Jus’ what I need!” he grimaced.
He pushed, trying to get himself up on his legs again. He had to get out of there fast. Taking one step forward, he collapsed onto the floor again. Another round of swearing was followed by him getting up a second time. With constant sharp breaths of pain, he limped his way over to the gazelle he had managed to kill. “Come on, you comin’ with me.”
But it was clear he didn’t manage to kill it all the way. Quickly the animal reared back, trying to gore him again. This time, he dodged, swinging back around to punch the animal’s face repeatedly. “What’s that? Huh? You wanna go with Wapo! I’ll make sure you get a painful death, You be sure of that!”
Punch after punch after brutal punch landed on the gazelle’s muzzle, staining Wapo with vibrant reds as he collapsed to the floor.
“Ngh… this ain’t how it was supposed to go down…”
He fell back to the floor, running out of consciousness to carry him along, but furiously pounding the dirt with his fist in anger as he screamed.
Ain’t no hope left fo’ me, I guess… I can’t fight these guards off…
He felt a sense of his pride go like that. But a realization that he was either about to die or be caught overtook it. This was the end. He was going to go out fighting, like a real lion would.
So, when he saw some leonine figure in his vision, he weakly unsheathed his claws and made one missed swipe before crashing to the ground.
Please don’t end like this...
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