[L]ivin' L.ife To The {Fullest}

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Camoflauge

It was dusk when Camo was walking through the endless fields of the wilderness. It was this time when the deer and elk wandered grazing, unaware of the wolves and canines ready to hunt them. Which is exactly what Camo had come to the fields. He was ready to get his final meal, claim his dinner and watch as the life from the carcass drifted away to worlds unknown. He was insane like this, loving the thrill of a good kill and tasting the crimson liquid race across his tongue. But first he had to pick out the perfect doe to strike, or else the entire herd could leave and he would be left with nothing. His multicolored fur matched in perfect with the long grass and dirt, and he slipped by almost unnoticed as he crawled closer and closer to the herd of grazing deer. His brown pools scanned each deer picking out the perfect one. He needed one not too big and not too small. One which would not noticed him approaching until it was too late. If he made even one slight miscalculation he would not eat his dinner, and when he did not eat he was even more insane and crazy than when he was content. For the sake of those around him, it was best to let him eat.

Soon enough he picked out the perftect one in the heard, a female who had her back turned to him. His chest pressed against the ground and his limbs carried him swiftly forward. Finally he was just two yards away, his muscles growing tense and his orbs shifting to a glare locking onto his target. With a single pounce he was in the air, soaring through the open skies toward the doe. She turned her head slowly and her own pools widened at the site of him coming towards her, but before she could scurry away from his fangs he had locked onto her, his teeth sinking into the back of her neck. His claws dug into her sides locking onto his target, like how a lion would kill his prey. Blood oozed up quickly from the wounds sinking into his mouth and almost choking him with its taste. Oh how he had missed its taste, the warn feeling in his mouth and gushing over his paws. The doe underneath his grip strugged to escape but only helped make her death quicker. His claws only dug in deeper; his fangs sinking in deeper into the tissue aiming for the bone keeping her alive. He was almost there, just a little bit longer and the doe would be paralyzed.

The bone was now present; he could feel it between his upper and lower jaw. With a single snap she would fall to the ground, which was exactly what happened. The loud snap of a bone was heard, but by this point the rest of the heard had dispersed. The doe fell to the ground limp, her life slowly being drained from her. Blood was gushing from the back of her neck and where his claws had dug into her sides. Her breathing was quick, but slowed down as time progressed. Camoflauge just sat and watched, not making any other moves since he knew she would die one way or another. A few minutes later her breathing stopped completely and she was dead, her woulds slowing down their flow of blood. A puddle had formed around her, and mud was now all around the carcass. He smiled and walked over to her, looking around for any other canines who might try to steal his pray. When he was sure no others were around he took the first bite of the doe, chewing it slowly and enjoying the flavor it brought to his taste buds. He licked the blood off his lips and took bite after bite. This was the life.

[Dixie]

The cool breeze of approaching darkness was refreshing. The days of summer were becoming increasingly long and tiresome. However, they were nothing that a powerful wolf like Greyback couldn't handle. He had been through many hot summers, this one being one of the worst. It was still very light out but night was quickly approaching. Greyback had been wondering the outskirts of of Port Watch all day in the hot sun. He had quite an enjoyable day,however.To his satisfaction he had caught a few sheep right under the noses of those pathetic Skyline human loving traitors. They made him laugh, answering on command, chasing sheep but not eating them, eating that gross hard food. What kind of life was that? Just the thought of them made him angry.

With night on his tail Greyback headed for the river. He weaved his way through the dense forest and leaped over the occasional log. His powerful body made the jump look effortless. His grey fur blowing in the breeze. This was really the way to live. No rules, no commands. As he emerged from the forest he heard the great flow of the river. He trotted over to the flowing water and sat listening to it roar.

A few moments later he got back up and began trotting along the river hoping to find a meal. The water became stiller down stream so there was a better chance to find a group of dear or something else appetizing. Looking around as his powerful legs carried him farther and farther down the riverbank he saw nearly nothing. However, when he looked back into the darkening forest he heard the thunder of hooves. Dinner, Greyback thought to himself as he stopped dead in his tracks. He listened intently, his ears pointed straight into the wood. He licked his lips with his tongue and started to walk briskly into the tall trees.

After what seemed to be forever he came to a clearing where a great herd of deer grazed without notice of him. He crouched low and waited for the opportune moment to strike. He waited to long. Out of nowhere the deer began to scatter. Grayback became very confused and looked around for the cause of the commotion. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the reason for the loss of his dinner. A dog had taken down a good size doe a few yards from where he was now standing. He starred at the dog who was smaller then him, like most others, and with a low growl he watched the dog finish the doe off. After the doe had been completely immobilized he waited for the chance to emerge from his hiding. he watched the dog begin his well earned meal, and with that he slowly walked out into the open. He creped every so silently over to the dog and his catch. As he reached them he raised his eyebrows as he noticed how big the doe actually was. Then in a his usual low voice he said, Nice catch you got there.

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Camoflauge

Oh how the dear tasted so good. It was rather large for a doe, with plenty of meat on it. But Camoflauge was hungry and could easily finish it off. He was not one to share anything of his, and he occasionally glanced up and scanned the area for anyone who might try to sneak up on him. He did not notice the wolf coming closer to him, for he matched in well with the dried up grass all around them. The only noise which could be heard was the chewing of the dear meat, with the occasional lick of blood off of his lips. So peaceful yet something was not right. Blood from the deer coated Camo's lips, and he licked it off while bending down to take another bite. He had moved up the chest and was now at the neck, tearing off piece after piece as he went. He paused for a moment, thinking he heard the sound of someone approaching him. His orbs scanned the ground all around him, yet he stil saw nothing. He let out a low growl to himself before bending down slowly, still eying everything around him but not noticing the wolf coming closer. He knew something was not right but could not put his paw on what it was. He would knew what it was soon enough, perhaps when it was too late.

Soon enough the sound of another broke the prolonged silence which had been present for so long. It was deep with a low tone to it, coming from a male. "Nice catch you got there." Within a second Camo turned his head to see a rather large gray wolf behind him. He was a lot heavier than Camo, and seemed to be eying the doe he had just caught. He placed a paw on the carcass, saying without words "This is my catch go get your own". "Thanks, took a while for me to catch it.", was what he said out loud, his pools shifting from the carcass to the wolf and back to the carcass. He kept his paw on the doe and took another bite of the dear. He did not offer any to the wolf, but perhaps if things went well he would. Only time would tell he guessed. He licked the blood off his lips slowly, enjoying it's taste on his tongue. He was showing off in a way, though was being cautious since he did not know if the wolf would attack. He would be either a friend or a foe, and since he was a wolf Camo hoped he was a friend.

"There was a whole heard of them earlier, but I guess you missed catching one of your own." He was being cautious not to say anything that would anger the new canine since he would probably not win in a battle. He was only about 65 pounds, this wolf was probably well over 100. Together they could cause a lot of mischief together, killing all of those Sky Ranch canines who worked for those dreadful humans back in town. He smirked at the thought of this and took his paw off the carcass. Now was the time to start the friendship. "You want a bite of this? There's plenty to go around." He backed up a foot or two to give the wolf room. He would wait until he was full before making his proposition; butter him up before planting his first move. He sat down and waited for the wolf to either accept his offer or refuse it, but in a way he hoped he would take it. Perhaps he would notice the hopeful glint in Camo's eyes and get the hint he was trying to make.

[Dixie]

Greyback looked the dog up and down taking in all the information he needed. No collar of any sort, not likely owned. Tough looking in every aspect, probably won't run from a fight. This looked to be a canine that was just as alone out in the wilderness as he. Most likely harmless, but it was hard to tell. Greyback had interrupted this ones meal yet he did not seem to angered. Just putting a paw upon the lifeless carcass to show it was his own. Yes, yes I bet it did. Greyback said in his deep voice. He watched as the small male took another piece of the dear and swallowed it. His arrogance or pride was apparent in the multicolored dog's voice. Greyback was after all very arrogant and proud himself so he understood this dog to a point.

Oh, yes I saw the herd, Greyback said in response to the dog's statement. You just jumped before myself, I suppose. He looked at the dog before him and smiled. the dog took its paw off of the half finished carcass and looked back at him. You want a bite of this? There is plenty to go around. He said. Greyback looked at him curiously and then looked around him just to make sure they were really alone. He noticed a gleam of encouragement in the dogs eye and decided that a free dinner would be very enjoyable. Smiling again he looked from the dog to the dear . Well I suppose I could have some, Greyback said in a oddly friendly voice. This could be the start of an unstoppable duo that would wreak havoc on the people and animals of Port Watch. Greyback walk past the dog and bent down and sniffed the dear. He then opened his mouth wide and dug his razors into it. Tearing of a huge chunk he walked back to where he had been standing previously and began to eat it. Its Greyback by the way, he added looking up.