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Its terrified squeals could be heard, as Arcanine hovered over the small hare. With a swipe of his paw, it was silenced, and layed there limply. Placing his paw over his prey, he ripped the meat, separating it from the bones. He ate it hungrily, feeling a few drops of blood slide from his mouth to his chain. The deep red color of the blood, glinted in the sunlight staining his golden pelt. Spitting out the bonethat remained in his jaw, and tossing the remains of the hare that he had eaten off to the side, a satisfied look could be found on his face. He didnt particularly care for the hunt, or the thrill that killing offered, but he wasn't below killing for food.
Watching a few other hunts commence in the distance, he took notice of the fact that it was held in groups. Recalling what a crow had mentioned to him when he had first came, "So, I'm considered a rouge here?" Arcanine said outloud, raising an eyebrow. "Suits me quite fine. After all, its preferable to being chained down to a group or its laws."
But, all he had done here when he came was hunting. Was there not anything else that offered entertainment? Amusement? He supposed that he would have to seek that out, but he would rather be found than finding. It was such a bore to be the latter.
But the first thing to do was to clean himself off. He walked a few steps, tilting his head to inquire where a body of water could be found.
Its terrified squeals could be heard, as Arcanine hovered over the small hare. With a swipe of his paw, it was silenced, and layed there limply. Placing his paw over his prey, he ripped the meat, separating it from the bones. He ate it hungrily, feeling a few drops of blood slide from his mouth to his chain. The deep red color of the blood, glinted in the sunlight staining his golden pelt. Spitting out the bonethat remained in his jaw, and tossing the remains of the hare that he had eaten off to the side, a satisfied look could be found on his face. He didnt particularly care for the hunt, or the thrill that killing offered, but he wasn't below killing for food.
Watching a few other hunts commence in the distance, he took notice of the fact that it was held in groups. Recalling what a crow had mentioned to him when he had first came, "So, I'm considered a rouge here?" Arcanine said outloud, raising an eyebrow. "Suits me quite fine. After all, its preferable to being chained down to a group or its laws."
But, all he had done here when he came was hunting. Was there not anything else that offered entertainment? Amusement? He supposed that he would have to seek that out, but he would rather be found than finding. It was such a bore to be the latter.
But the first thing to do was to clean himself off. He walked a few steps, tilting his head to inquire where a body of water could be found.
