Muscles tightened. Claws raked over furred skin. Teeth bit into shoulders, legs, and throats. It was a battle. A battle for survival.
Survival of the fittest.
Young vs old.
Blood covered the ground under their pads. Each had their heads hung low to the ground. Eyes pinned to eachother. The older stood ready for his young opponent to make his attack. Instead the young one threw back his ears against his blood spattered head, and let out a ferocious snarl before bending its head down to lick at a wound on its fore front left leg. He took his eyes off his older opponent.
The old chó sói, sói knew from many years of living that bạn never take your eyes off of your attacker. The young chó sói, sói had just decided his own fate. With lightening fast reflexes he was at the young wolf's throat. His teeth already buried deep into the soft flesh growing closer and closer to the young wolf's life line.
The jugular vein.
The young chó sói, sói tried to scramble back in attempts to escape, but it was no use. The young wolf's eyes widened in terror. He knew what was going to happen when that vein was cut. Her out a terrified whimper hoping to convince the old chó sói, sói to let go. Again his actions were of no use.
He could feel the teeth growing closer.
He could feel the warm liquid travel down his neck and pool at his feet.
He could feel his life being taken from him.
The old chó sói, sói snapped his jaws tightly and quickly. There was a pop and a gush of blood from the young wolf. He release the young chó sói, sói from his grasp.
The young old stumbled back blood pouring from his wounded neck. He let out a blood curdling howl before falling into the snow. All around his body the white snow turned red. His body twitched before falling victim to death row.
The old chó sói, sói turned from his dead opponent to a she chó sói, sói that sat in the distance. She had watched the whole thing. For the whole battle was about her. The winner gaining the right to mate with her.
Survival of the fittest.
Young vs old.
Blood covered the ground under their pads. Each had their heads hung low to the ground. Eyes pinned to eachother. The older stood ready for his young opponent to make his attack. Instead the young one threw back his ears against his blood spattered head, and let out a ferocious snarl before bending its head down to lick at a wound on its fore front left leg. He took his eyes off his older opponent.
The old chó sói, sói knew from many years of living that bạn never take your eyes off of your attacker. The young chó sói, sói had just decided his own fate. With lightening fast reflexes he was at the young wolf's throat. His teeth already buried deep into the soft flesh growing closer and closer to the young wolf's life line.
The jugular vein.
The young chó sói, sói tried to scramble back in attempts to escape, but it was no use. The young wolf's eyes widened in terror. He knew what was going to happen when that vein was cut. Her out a terrified whimper hoping to convince the old chó sói, sói to let go. Again his actions were of no use.
He could feel the teeth growing closer.
He could feel the warm liquid travel down his neck and pool at his feet.
He could feel his life being taken from him.
The old chó sói, sói snapped his jaws tightly and quickly. There was a pop and a gush of blood from the young wolf. He release the young chó sói, sói from his grasp.
The young old stumbled back blood pouring from his wounded neck. He let out a blood curdling howl before falling into the snow. All around his body the white snow turned red. His body twitched before falling victim to death row.
The old chó sói, sói turned from his dead opponent to a she chó sói, sói that sat in the distance. She had watched the whole thing. For the whole battle was about her. The winner gaining the right to mate with her.
So enjoy. ^^
When a chó sói, sói howls an eagle flys
By: Whitney(whinny) Forsberg
When a chó sói, sói howls an eagle flys
When an eagle flys a rabbit hides
When a rabbit hides a deer runs
When a deer runs a hunter shoots
When a hunter shoots a deer dies
When a deer dies the hunter eats
When the hunter eats his belly is full
When his belly is full the hunter sleeps
When the hunter sleeps his belly empties
When his belly empties the hunter hunts
When the hunter hunts a chó sói, sói howls
When a chó sói, sói howls an eagle flys
Thats it hope bạn liked it. ^^
When I see bạn the first thought that comes to my mind is
"Are bạn okay?"
I wonder this, but never ask.
One ngày I don't see you, and the thought comes again.
Are bạn okay?
For days I don't see you.
Are bạn okay?
Then on the eight o'clock news I see an image.
An
Image
Of
You
Its says bạn are dead.
My eyes widen as the word suicide flash on the screen.
I see you, at your funeral.
Parents shouldn't have to bury their children.
Your parents had to bury you.
A new câu hỏi comes to my mind.
Why would you?
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:/
Apparently my thoughts aren't long enough.
.
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.
"Are bạn okay?"
I wonder this, but never ask.
One ngày I don't see you, and the thought comes again.
Are bạn okay?
For days I don't see you.
Are bạn okay?
Then on the eight o'clock news I see an image.
An
Image
Of
You
Its says bạn are dead.
My eyes widen as the word suicide flash on the screen.
I see you, at your funeral.
Parents shouldn't have to bury their children.
Your parents had to bury you.
A new câu hỏi comes to my mind.
Why would you?
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
:/
Apparently my thoughts aren't long enough.
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.
.