For over 3 millennium, Callisto Arcadia has laid dormant after a dreaded war and soon finds herself awaken in the present time. She finds the world overrun by vampires, who have become the dominant species and many of her own kind have perished or r...
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An deer was peacefully grazing at some grass in the middle of the woods during the daytime.
Observing from the bushes afar were a lair of red glowing eyes that hungrily gazed at its prey. The herbivore failed to be aware that it was not alone and a predator is seeking it make it it's next meal.
The predator creature let out a low warble and moved a paw forward. Doing so made leaves break, and that small noise alone had the deer shooting its head up and looking side-to-side of its surrounding area. The predator crouches down, timing the right time to strike.
It was silent with only birds chirping, being it the only noise for miles. All seemed clear to the deer as perhaps it had been a critter to cause that noise it heard from earlier.
A loud roar sprung from the bushes. Remarkably, the deer sprung into action and jumps out of the way only its attacker delivered a deep wound at its right side of its leg. Adrenaline was what helped the deer make a run for it and get far away as possible.
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The predator was none other than a black furred wolf that growls not in disappointment but satisfaction as the intention was not to easily kill her prey in an instant but rather get some practice of chasing a prey. The wolf pursued its prey through the woods.
The deer panted as it can hear its pursuer get closer. Yes, it was going fast as it can but the wounds did slow it down. It fail to notice that from its far left was the wolf bypassing it in a blurring speed. The deer kept making turn after turn, not knowing where it was running to. Once arriving at a huge opening at another section of the woods, the deer seemed like it had gotten away when swooping right into the front was the black wolf and opened its jaws.
It was the last thing the deer saw.
The black wolf ate in satisfaction. Gobbling down a piece of meat she teared off. Oh yes, that's the stuff. There was something appealing about eating raw meat in her wolf form that brought a smile with her belly getting filled. It wasn't just that. The sensation of running through the woods, turning direction from direction, the adrenaline, the wind hitting her face and brushing her fur. It brought joy to her wolf side that she too shared its joy.
She may have been locked away for thousands of years but to her it felt like a one day nap and then the next everything has changed. Yet her body could tell it has been ages since she ran like this. Hunting prey. After all, her body may have gotten rusty from hibernating and she hadn't eaten. What better way to regain her strength was by getting in touch with her wolf side.
Arriving at the area is Douglas who in his hand held a Mason jar with black ash in it. He spotted the black wolf feeding on a dead deer and observed in awe. "Seems like you had a great hunt."
