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I wanted to write a little story to go with this so I could get some more Hierarchy Points for this guy. xD I feel kinda rusty writing, buuuut I feel like it at least sets up why he is such a lunatic. I'll elaborate more on his past in other pieces.
Also! As a disclaimer, for story purposes he is not related to anyone in his official bloodline. LOL
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The air was bitterly cold, and the icy wind blew fat flakes of snow through the rocky valley. The conditions were worsening quickly, but a lone figure perched crouched on a rocky outcrop. His pale fur was too short for this weather, but his long light brown mane fluttered and slapped in the wind. He would be a tangled mess come morning. Logic said that he should be in shelter, riding out this storm like any sensible creature, but Avoyel was not thinking clearly. The pack he had belonged to by birth had been destroyed. Their leaders were dead, as were some of the others, and those that were not dead had fled for their lives. Cowards, perhaps, but Avoyel had not wanted to die. Not that day. He would have his revenge, but he could not fight an entire pack of tokotas on his own. He needed to be patient and wait for the right time when he could retake the land that was rightfully his.
His pale yellow eyes were narrowed against the wind as he stared down into the valley. He wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into something and kill it. It wouldn't sate the desire he felt to destroy the monster that took his land, but it might ease the urge slightly, at least that was what he told himself. Avoyel had always been temperamental and spoiled, but now he had nothing. He was a prince of absolutely nothing, would inherit nothing, and had nobody around to take his anger out on. His lips pulled back revealing sharp, glittering white teeth. As Avoyel stared into the canyon he replayed the images of the fight over in his mind, imagining the shapes of of both pack-mates and enemies in the blowing snow.
Suddenly, a shape below him that he had thought was imagined took a form. It moved like a feline, and although Avoyel would not usually have wasted his time with something like this, his anger burned and boiled inside of him. He needed something to kill and that cat happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
He pushed himself up from where he was crouched, studying the treacherous footing that he would be racing down to catch this cat. If he had been in a more reasonable state of mind he might have thought more about how foolish this was. If he make one wrong move, or stepped on an icy rock and lost his footing, he could fall and die an even more miserable death than his parents had. However, he wasn't in a reasonable state of mind. He was young, foolish, rash, and he was going to kill that cat because he had no one else to blame.
Avoyel gathered his hind legs beneath him, muscles tense, then launched himself down the steep, rocky slope. The wind rushed in his ears, blowing his long mane around him and in his eyes, but his gaze was harsh and focused. The cat looked up at him when the sound of clattering stones met it's ears. It crouched and bared it's teeth up at Avoyel as the tokota pushed off the rock with his hind legs and leaped at the cat. His jaws were gaping, teeth gleaming, eyes as cold as the blizzard around them. His body hit the cat so hard that they both rolled. It dragged it's hind claws across his flank and Avoyel let out a shriek of pain, before he grasped the cat's throat between his teeth. It continued to kick at him with it's hind legs, it's front paws holding onto his shoulders. Blood was oozing through his fur, but he wasn't even aware, the adrenaline made him feel invincible. And as the life bled out of the cat and into his mouth, the corners of his lips pulled back into a cruel grin.
Wordcount:650 (1.5 HP)
Also! As a disclaimer, for story purposes he is not related to anyone in his official bloodline. LOL
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The air was bitterly cold, and the icy wind blew fat flakes of snow through the rocky valley. The conditions were worsening quickly, but a lone figure perched crouched on a rocky outcrop. His pale fur was too short for this weather, but his long light brown mane fluttered and slapped in the wind. He would be a tangled mess come morning. Logic said that he should be in shelter, riding out this storm like any sensible creature, but Avoyel was not thinking clearly. The pack he had belonged to by birth had been destroyed. Their leaders were dead, as were some of the others, and those that were not dead had fled for their lives. Cowards, perhaps, but Avoyel had not wanted to die. Not that day. He would have his revenge, but he could not fight an entire pack of tokotas on his own. He needed to be patient and wait for the right time when he could retake the land that was rightfully his.
His pale yellow eyes were narrowed against the wind as he stared down into the valley. He wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into something and kill it. It wouldn't sate the desire he felt to destroy the monster that took his land, but it might ease the urge slightly, at least that was what he told himself. Avoyel had always been temperamental and spoiled, but now he had nothing. He was a prince of absolutely nothing, would inherit nothing, and had nobody around to take his anger out on. His lips pulled back revealing sharp, glittering white teeth. As Avoyel stared into the canyon he replayed the images of the fight over in his mind, imagining the shapes of of both pack-mates and enemies in the blowing snow.
Suddenly, a shape below him that he had thought was imagined took a form. It moved like a feline, and although Avoyel would not usually have wasted his time with something like this, his anger burned and boiled inside of him. He needed something to kill and that cat happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
He pushed himself up from where he was crouched, studying the treacherous footing that he would be racing down to catch this cat. If he had been in a more reasonable state of mind he might have thought more about how foolish this was. If he make one wrong move, or stepped on an icy rock and lost his footing, he could fall and die an even more miserable death than his parents had. However, he wasn't in a reasonable state of mind. He was young, foolish, rash, and he was going to kill that cat because he had no one else to blame.
Avoyel gathered his hind legs beneath him, muscles tense, then launched himself down the steep, rocky slope. The wind rushed in his ears, blowing his long mane around him and in his eyes, but his gaze was harsh and focused. The cat looked up at him when the sound of clattering stones met it's ears. It crouched and bared it's teeth up at Avoyel as the tokota pushed off the rock with his hind legs and leaped at the cat. His jaws were gaping, teeth gleaming, eyes as cold as the blizzard around them. His body hit the cat so hard that they both rolled. It dragged it's hind claws across his flank and Avoyel let out a shriek of pain, before he grasped the cat's throat between his teeth. It continued to kick at him with it's hind legs, it's front paws holding onto his shoulders. Blood was oozing through his fur, but he wasn't even aware, the adrenaline made him feel invincible. And as the life bled out of the cat and into his mouth, the corners of his lips pulled back into a cruel grin.
Wordcount:650 (1.5 HP)
Category Artwork (Digital) / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1024 x 674px
File Size 621.9 kB
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