Post by Snow™ on Jan 4, 2008 13:49:03 GMT -5
White pelt ruffled in the wind as he trotted, tripping over a root, and landing on his face once more. He was quite helpless without his insane mentor; his leader; his master. If he could find one, he'd rather fling himself off a ledge than stumble around, helpless as he was. Sweeper was his master, his leader. He always knew what to do, whether or not it was sane. Blind snarled at a large bird that had swooped low, ruffling his fur. He turned, catching it's wing between his teeth. Auds flicked as he pinned it to the ground, hearing, all too loud, it's squeals. It smelled... fresh. But Blind also smelled a hint of rotting flesh. It pecked at his paws, causing him to cry out, then crunch the bird's head between his teeth. It's flapping and flopping stopped. He sighed, relieved, and ate the bird, retching at the sudden stench that had exploded into the air once he punctured the tummy. He danced away from it, not liking the horrid smell, and left it there, bleeding. He turned, stomach growling, to feel the ground for movement. He felt the scurry of a mouse 'neath his feet, but he knew he wouldn't be able to get it. He sighed, lowering himself onto the ground, splayed out like a long forgotten corpse. Sighs rose, expanding his chest and stomach, before deflating. His tail, slightly fluffed, kicked up dirt, adding an earthy smell to the air. Where is Lord Road Sweeper? He muttered, rolling about in the dirt.