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|| T.Y.M.E. - Twisted Young Minds Expand || # 40, by v<>r<EFBFBD>s || 11/30/94 ||
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The Wolf
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Pant, pant.
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Bushes brushing past, darkening skies, the smell of fear and the prey
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emenating it.
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Pant, pant.
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The wolf speeds through the thick forest, intent on capturing his prey,
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of which he has been chasing for over an hour now, yet time means nothing,
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only his family's dinner.
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Pant, pant, pant, CHOMP.
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His savage teeth clamp around the weak rabbit, crushing it's bones,
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tasting it's blood, eager to feast, and proud of himself. He has caught
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dinner for himself and his family.
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Sigh.
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The rabbit blood sprays wildly in all directions, carrying the thick
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stench of triumph and death. The small hare thrashes about in a mad frenzy,
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desperatly trying to get away, but the wolf subdues it, smashing it against
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the ground in an attempt to kill the damned thing once and for all.
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Hoooooowl...
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The wolf throws his head and belts out the most mournful wail of triumph
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the now dimly lit forest has heard in generations. This wolf does not kill
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for sport, but to support and survive. This wolf does not enjoy this sort
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of thing, because he has developed a healthy relationship with the small
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woodland animals. They have always helped him through his dry seasons,
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bringing him help whe he was ill, bringing him water, small pieces of bark,
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and berries for him when he could not hunt for himself.
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The wolf lays down to think.
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Since the arrival of his mate and his pups, he has required much more
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meat to help his little ones grow. And the only way for this to happen is
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to start hunting more frequently, and for more animals to feed his growing
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pups.
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Clamp.
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He lifts the dead rabbit in his powerful jaws, carrying it to the edge of
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a cliff. He lays the rabbit down, and sits back on his haunches to stare at
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the rapidly growing moon. It was a few days off, yet, but he had time. He
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tosses his untamed scruff of hair back and stares silently at the moon,
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wondering why it was him that had to be chosen. He reflects on his short
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life, wondering WHY it was he that was condemmed to die.
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Grr...
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He snatches the carcass up from the ground and trots home, ears flattened
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back against his head, in case any other foolish enough tried to steal his
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hard earned dinner. It would not be pleasurable to kill again tonight.
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Thump, thump.
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His feet pound against the hard packed earth. Water has not been kind to
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the soild or his tired paws.
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Pant, pant.
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He finally reaches the den, set underneath a pile of rocks and leaves,
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concealing a large and sparse cavern containing his mate and six bright-
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eyed pups. He lolls his tounge out after dropping to food amongst the eager
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youngsters, and cocks his head at his mate.
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Whine.
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He makes an acknowledgment back to Her. Her soft eyes make contact with
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his icy sharp ones, and they exchange a mutual greeting.
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Slurp, smack.
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Glancing down at the floor, his Pups are busy devouring the dead rabbit.
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His quirks his jaw in a strange human parody, a human being something he
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has never seen before, and the look is somewhat of a smile. He bends down
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and with a quick snap and shake of his jaws, he tears a piece of the rabbit
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away, and proffers it to his mate. She accepts, and he rips out another
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large chunk for himself.
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Grr, snap, crunch, rip.
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He hungrily tears into the thick, yet tender, flesh of the hare, thinking
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again this was NOT an act he took pride in doing.
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Yawn.
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The rabbit meat has made him a drowsy wolf, so he tosses the pieces of
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bone aside and picks at the few bits of meat and drops of blood clinging
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to his whiskers.
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Yawn.
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After slowly grooming himself, the wolf lies his head down between his
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paws and drifts, thinking of when the weather was warm and the forest life
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were his friends, and not his prey.
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Zzz..
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But thoughts turn dark as he remembers his task to be set at the full
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moon in a few days. He dismisses the thought, and falls deeply into sleep.
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Anyone who enjoyed this, write me at Exodus, Total Anarchy, or TNUG and
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tell me what you think. My father has consented to a phone line, so look
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for uTi soon! If you people want me to continue this text with another
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chapter, then tell me, and i will. Peace to all the Wolves...
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-v<>r<EFBFBD>s
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