- Nov 9, 2022
- 24
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HELLO, MY NAME IS MR FEAR
A flick of a claw sends the bird skull rolling against the rough pavement. One eye of fire glows through the shadow of the structure he stood beneath, tracing the path of the object until it finally clattered to a grim and final stop, stripped of it's flesh and licked bare. Nathanos strides into the grass, slithering further from the old shed with a barbed tongue that swipes idly across ruined jaws. What he seeks is surely among the distant fields of rolling farmland, but for now, he lingers in that small area, the scent of his fur drawn upon the wind. The tom was standing watch, a sentinel for the group he now served. Soon enough, he would be relieved from his post, and the brute would head off in search of a decent hunt. Times grew desperate with the coyotes lurking about, and some were far worse off than others. Nathanos had never been a good hunter, and it showed in the unhealthy frame of his hungry form. Still, he would try. Time and time again, he would try.
Nathanos had no intentions of starving to death.
Nathanos had no intentions of starving to death.
@banshee