Post by Morpheus deLuna on Nov 15, 2008 1:11:03 GMT -6
Long legs carried the mangy curr through the streets of the Slums. Yes, this was what he wanted, this was hell, and he was loving every minute of it. His matted tail raised high over his back, his coat was once a beautiful cream and white color, and might be again... if it rained tonight. Otherwise, he didn't bother cleaning it, dirt, blood, guts and grime still clung to his battered carcass as he slipped though the streets.
Large ears twitched a top his head as he moved towards one of his favorite corners, near the morgue. Occasionally a good human meal could be had. Many of his kind treated him like some sort of disgusting cannibal for eating human... but they didn't understand, he was no longer human, if he ever was to begin with. Sometimes he couldn't remember if he had ever been human.
As he arrived he would see that there was no one that had been tossed out today, which meant if he wanted to eat, he might have to hunt. And often when one hunted, they had to be careful of diseases. And there were some nasty ones he had no desire of getting.
He slowed to a stop, his tongue flashing from between yellowed teeth as he maw parted, lips peeling back as he drew in a deep gulp of air, that tongue slipping away just before those powerful teeth slammed shut. He would shake himself off some and fold his haunches... settling in for a bit of a rest and a moment or two to debate if he should go hunting here, or in the woods... at least the deer wouldn't give him syphilis.
Large ears twitched a top his head as he moved towards one of his favorite corners, near the morgue. Occasionally a good human meal could be had. Many of his kind treated him like some sort of disgusting cannibal for eating human... but they didn't understand, he was no longer human, if he ever was to begin with. Sometimes he couldn't remember if he had ever been human.
As he arrived he would see that there was no one that had been tossed out today, which meant if he wanted to eat, he might have to hunt. And often when one hunted, they had to be careful of diseases. And there were some nasty ones he had no desire of getting.
He slowed to a stop, his tongue flashing from between yellowed teeth as he maw parted, lips peeling back as he drew in a deep gulp of air, that tongue slipping away just before those powerful teeth slammed shut. He would shake himself off some and fold his haunches... settling in for a bit of a rest and a moment or two to debate if he should go hunting here, or in the woods... at least the deer wouldn't give him syphilis.
