Bathe in my light

[Prosper]

<sup>Prosper felt himself spring through the air, his open jaws gaped in a grin of death. He ran forward, pursuing the rabbit, it was old, and hopping weakly, an easy target for Prosper. His paws seemed light as a feather, and with a lunge he felt his teeth dig into the small animal who let out a scream of death, and began to jerk violently. He left it to it's actions, licking the blood from his whiskers. Then he plunged into the rabbit, violently tearing at the skin to get the tender meat inside. Pure joy. The rabbit was devoured quickly, yet he still felt like the sides of his stomach was pinched together. He rose, shaking his scrawny body and left the remains of the dead corpse for the scavengers. His muzzle was stained with the scarlet liquid of blood, and he searched for a nearby stream to quench his thirst. His dark green eyes seeked the trickle of the stream that he heard nearby. There it was, he lowered his muzzle to the light flow, pink tounge lapping in and out, carrying little pockets of water with it. The dark grey canine rose from his crouch, shaking the droplets of water from his fur. He was as thin as a bone. His pack was attacked my famine, and many had died, the few survivors had left, searching for food. Prosper set off on his own, and luckily, hit a jackpot. A rumble from his stomach tore him from the depths of his mind, and into the world of huntings. Even with the old rabbit, he was starving. He perked his ears, and sniffed the air. A deer was scented upwind, perfect. He creped forward to see a doe with a young fawn. He grinned, and lept forward silently, landing on a hard spot. the doe lifted her head warily, and Prosper crouched, tail stock still. Finally, he leaped forward, teeth bared as he lunged for the fawn. The doe turned heel and ran, the fawn tried to follow, but tripped on an upturned log. It stumbled, and Prosper's ivory teeth sank deep within the jugular vein, and he knew it was over. It gasped for air that would never come. Crimson blood spilled on the grounds, wetting his paws. He paid no mind, with his teeth still sunk within the neck of the dying fawn. Finally, he pulled loose, the fawn dead. He viciously ate, making sure he was full to capacity. He didn't bother trying to hide his catch. He wasn't coming back here anyway.

He raised his blackened nose to the wind, scenting the smell of other prey. He wasn't hungry any more, he had eaten his fill, and it would fill up his limbs shortly. He was already becoming more like Prosper. Before, he had only been a shell of his former self, a scraggly wolf with his skin hanging off his bones. Now, he was a new wolf, strong, devious, cunning. Everything, boiling into one. He moved forward, pads barely making noise across the forest floor. he moved quickly, his shaggy fur densing out, and becoming shorter for the oncoming summer. His hollowed green eyes were not as sunken in, they were more full, and covered in mischeif. His pink tounge ran along his teeth, and his mouth was opened ajar, panting. He moved forward faster, kicking up decayed peices of wood, hardened paws flying over a fallen tree. Night fell, and the stars twinkled above the lone wolf, but he was not tired, the moon coursed through him and he was full with energy. Two crisp barks broke the still silence he was leaving in his wake, they were deep and gruff, emmitted from the very brute Prosper himself. Finally, he slid to a half, sliding on the dead leaves that littered the forest floor. He stood, tired, breathing hard, his four limbs shaking as he lay on a tree root. his emerald eyes blinked once, twice, and they they closed, and he entered his world of sleep. The sun shining in his eyes was his alarm clock, and he clambered to his feet, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He scented a small mouse, not far from his standing point, what luck. Creeping low, he sprang, closing his jaws on it's frail body, and thus wetting them in death. He ate hastily, exited for the new day, and what occurances it might bring. He sniffed the air again, and surpizingly, he caught a brief, and distance scent of wolves. He must be upwind. Moving foward at a run, the distance between he and the others were shortened drastically. He realized this was a land, where he could claim a small terrain. Widening his eyes, he chose the pick of the lands, Harlen. "Harlen is mine, forever." He barked stiffly, then set off, in search of a pack.

omg.
shoot me.
this sucks.</sup>

[Darius]

eh im accepting this early for you.
just make sure you finish it sometime.
congrats on Alpha of Harlen.

I'll edit the names and colors.

[Prosper]

thank you.
ily.
I'll get this done.
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