'i see the evil in their eyes, i hear the lies behind their grin. they wander in the dark, they do not have a heart. don't let them take it away - brace for impact!'
the land was changed here, no longer solid and sure underfoot. the trees stretched their limbs vainly toward the heavens, as though to escape the suffocating still waters from which they came. those that fails littered the marshy earth, waterlogged or rotting, claimed by life's cruel fate.
a massive brute picked his way through the swampland, large paws testing each surface before fulling bearing the weight of the predator. mud clung to his paws and legs in vile clumps, some splatter soiled his chest, underbelly, and throat. he had to admit, living in a land such as this would require getting used to. its inhabitants probably knew well of its tricks and best routes, or the secrets it held.
the brute froze, ears erect when it hit him. the scent marker - strong and fresh, bearing the message of great caution to all those that trespassed. his muscles coiled instinctively, his adrenaline coming alight like a flame meeting gasoline. he sucked in a sharp breath, and with it came the warm, alluring scent of a rabbit. every fibre of his nerves lit up, and he was reminded of the distant hunger that haunted his metabolism. copper ears flicked back if only slightly, and his paws rooted him from pursuing what a lovely catch it might have been. hunting on pack land isn't the way to their hearts, dexerous.
had this been any other day, any other pack, the brute would not have cared. in fact, he would have relished in the challenging prospect of facing an opponent. today, however, was not that day.
and so with his mind haunted by the rabbit, and his nerves aflame with anticipation, dexerous held his ground. he imagined pursuing the poor creature. was it brown? perhaps it was white as snow, plump and juicy, just the way he liked it. he could almost hear it's unsuspecting squeal as he pounced upon his sure-victim, massive paws bearing their weight down upon the creature. there was no need for a killing bite, not this time, for his sheer force alone would surely shatter the rabbit's spine, rendering it lifeless at last.
his stomach twisted hungrily and he set his jaw. dexerous grimaced and gave himself a firm shake, banishing such unwanted thoughts from his mind. instead, the brute straightened up and pressed forward. he traversed a felled log over a still body of water, liquid honey eyes glimpsed his distorted reflection below. he tread careful, anticipating the land bridge to give under his weight. but it did not. and when the brute touched down on the other side, he was in skullduggery territory.
, and/or open to whomever. sorry for how choppy it is! it's been too long since i've done this kind of writing.