Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190903154219/@comment-5583506-20191007212036

It was always unpleasant to watch animals in agony, he thought. But then again it was a part of nature. He was no different. He just belonged to another state of nature.

As the coyotes backed off, he begrudgingly came to realize that maybe these wild animals somehow now saw him as their leader. He couldn't bring them with him, and he couldn't stay with him. He had just been here to assist in an easy kill and get his share of the game.

It dawned on him that some of the most peculiar beings in this world came to see him as some sort of leader role: insane tribals, wild animals.

All that's missing now is that I somehow become the king of some ghoul hideout.

When the coyotes watched him, he wondered if they expected of him as the leader of the pack to eat first? The Boosin would last a good while for the entire pack, but he wouldn't be able to carry much back to the others. Maybe two legs would suffice? They were certainly meaty and would be enough for an entire day's worth of food, maybe two, if they were cheap.

He circled around the large beast and reluctantly began to tear into the muscles at the behind the Boosin. Though his claws were sharp and cut through with the efficiency of a pen knife when he put his mind to it, it would take a good while to get an entire loin loose. Blood began to seep between his fingers as he tore into the skin and flesh and he groaned. As a last resort he always had his jaws, but no matter how he looked at it, he realized that he would be here for quite some time.