Just The Beginning (open)

[Tenka]

The trees were dying. Sure that’s a normal thing for autumn, but Tenka hated death, even if it was only the trees. The only thing that could console her was the fact that they would come back to life in the spring. They would simply lay dormant in the cold of winter and the crunchy blanket of leaves would decay to fertilize the soil and help flowers grow. If only that’s how real life went. You just laid dormant for a little while then burst forth, refreshed and anew. But that’s not how it worked. When you were dead, it was over, and Tenka was far from over.

Her glazed eyes glared forward on the small trail through the forest. Leaves crunched beneath her paws with every step, but she didn’t care. Whoever dared to cross her path didn’t deserve to have any idiotic offspring to poison the world. That’s what she decided when she killed someone. It’s better for the world because they deserved to die for some reason, Tenka never killed just to taste blood in her mouth, and then there would be no more stupid genes. It would be a way of purifying the world.

The akita stopped and shook her head. Wasn’t she just being contradictory. She was so messed up, but living on your own will do that to you. Death and killing are a horrible justice that everyone succumbs to eventually. Tenka sighed and continued on her journey north on her quest for revenge. She was looking for the monster that had murdered her brother, and she was ready to bring some horrible justice to him.

The light flapping of wings caught her attention and so did a light growl from her stomach. It had to of been a day or so since the young dog had eaten last. Tenka followed the noise to find a small flock of birds in a nearby clearing. Perfect. Tenka crouched in the bush she was hiding in, winding her muscles, and readying herself to pounce. Before that bastard of a murderer got some justice, one of these birds would have too.

[Feral]

Old Dog

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He'd made some mistakes, in this life, long as it was. Hunting that boar was one of him. One of these days he'd just have to face up to it. He was getting old, too old. No longer a young pup in his prime the old hunting dog just wasn't as quick as he used to be. Ghest blamed it on the weather the damned cold making his muscles stiff and sore. Getting tackled by that hog hadn't helped, of course.He lounged in this area of wilderness for some time now, nursing his wounds. Even if he was no longer a pup these days, he wasn’t going down yet. He still had plenty of life left in him!

Life that now told him one thing. He was hungry. Perhaps he could find a young rabbit or pheasant to catch unawares. Barring that he could always find a nest raid. Rising from his nap in an old burrow, the mixed breed hobbled to his feet. Lifting his nose to the air, he could smell some supper of the feathered variety.His gait slow but stronger than it had been in days, the old hunting dog trekked in search of prey. Little did he know that someone else already had their eye on his dinner ...

[Karinne]

Karinne wandered about the edges of her territory, a small breeze stirred the leaves, causing them to swish about in the air. Already she had marked the edges of her territory, and checked for any scents or signs of intruders, but to her disappointment she had found nothing. Using her keen nose she followed the stale scent of a boar. She followed that trail to a stream, where she then decided to take a drink. The water was icy and refreshing, listening over the rushing of the river, she picked up the tiny sounds of bird feet.

Crouching low to the ground she followed the sounds to a flock of birds. Quietly they pecked at seeds, grasses, and insects that lay beneath the leaves. Smirking, she bunched her muscles. Suddenly she sprang forward, barking as loudly as she could she hurdled towards the birds.