Primal Instinct (Wolverine/Logan)
Oct 7, 2012 23:02:28 GMT -5
Post by Vincent Westpoint on Oct 7, 2012 23:02:28 GMT -5
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The serene beauty of the Canadian Rockies never failed to take Vincent's breath away. Tall, jagged peaks; deep, lush pine forests; the blazing sun and austere moon; wolves howling in the valleys. No words could describe this place truly, and ever since the Switching, it had only become more beautiful. Things weren't where they were supposed to be, true, but still the land reigned over all, even human. Nature, at its worst, wildest yet still wonderful and awe-inspiring. This was the place Vincent had run off to the first time he had come face-to-face with his shifting ability, and many times had he returned here since then. There was no other place tha satisfied his hunger for nature, aloneness, and blood. Also, here he could learn how to contol himself in silence, getting so close to the stockiest and biggest bull moose in the world- yet only leaving a scratch mark on its behind to show that the hunter was victorious. The thrill of the hunt was among the reasons he stayed as well. Tracking the mighty moose, the ferocious grizzly, or the lithe puma was a challenge that any chupacabra would die to experience. Then, the real reward at the end was drinking its blood. Rich and thick, the only comparison was the blood of a strapping male homosapien- far superior to the hemoglobin any animal could have running through its veins.
Today Vince was stalking small prey- lynx and bobcat- in his chupacabra form. He had been out here for the last few days, satisfying his lust for red blood and taking a break from his day job. It was still two days before he had to report back to the helicarrier. Plenty of time to spare. This deadline did not bother him a bit as he padded silently through the snow, eyes narrowed, careful to stay downwind of a particularly big tom. The cat had no idea what was coming to it, though it was alert. The chupacabra had been hunting it for the last three hours, teasing it, getting it on its nerves, holding back, lashing out, then letting it get away, it squealing for its life. It was this kind of hunt that got Vince's blood going. Thus was the final stage. It was now that he would end its ferocious cry, one more lynx lost to the alien hunter.
Suddenly- an unforseen shift in the wind. The lynx's eyes widened as it caught Vincent's scent. Turning tail, it scrambled up a tree, and stared down at the chupacabra from a high branch. Vince had tried to pounce but to no avail. He swore under his breath. "That little..." He spun around to give up the chase, and started to lope away, growling and cursing as he went. Lynxes were smart boogers. They knew when they were being chased, and like coons could tree themselves when they found it neccessary. Vincent couldn't help but wallow in defeat. He was supposed to be one of the greatest hunters that ever lived- and he couldn't climb.
He almost didn't notice when a new smell came across the snow-covered horizon. It was barely there, but the chupacabra's dog-like nose picked it up instantaneously.
the scent was like man- yet not the same. It had a primeval tang to it. Vincent had only smelled something like it once before- Bane. But this wasn't him. He had smelled like a dump. This one smelled like an animal- wolf. No, take that back. Wolverine.
Lifting his paws as high as they could go, Vincent quietly dashed across the snowy ground. He was determined to find this new challenge and face it head-on. Before the switching, this had been Vince's territory. No one dared to go in this section of the mountains. But now he had competition.
Soon he was in sight of the carrier of the scent. The man was quite strange. His sideburns and perky hair made him look like an animal, again a Wolverine. Yes, Vin's curiosity was pricked. He laid low in a batch of shrubs and waited, his breathing as low as he dared.
Today Vince was stalking small prey- lynx and bobcat- in his chupacabra form. He had been out here for the last few days, satisfying his lust for red blood and taking a break from his day job. It was still two days before he had to report back to the helicarrier. Plenty of time to spare. This deadline did not bother him a bit as he padded silently through the snow, eyes narrowed, careful to stay downwind of a particularly big tom. The cat had no idea what was coming to it, though it was alert. The chupacabra had been hunting it for the last three hours, teasing it, getting it on its nerves, holding back, lashing out, then letting it get away, it squealing for its life. It was this kind of hunt that got Vince's blood going. Thus was the final stage. It was now that he would end its ferocious cry, one more lynx lost to the alien hunter.
Suddenly- an unforseen shift in the wind. The lynx's eyes widened as it caught Vincent's scent. Turning tail, it scrambled up a tree, and stared down at the chupacabra from a high branch. Vince had tried to pounce but to no avail. He swore under his breath. "That little..." He spun around to give up the chase, and started to lope away, growling and cursing as he went. Lynxes were smart boogers. They knew when they were being chased, and like coons could tree themselves when they found it neccessary. Vincent couldn't help but wallow in defeat. He was supposed to be one of the greatest hunters that ever lived- and he couldn't climb.
He almost didn't notice when a new smell came across the snow-covered horizon. It was barely there, but the chupacabra's dog-like nose picked it up instantaneously.
the scent was like man- yet not the same. It had a primeval tang to it. Vincent had only smelled something like it once before- Bane. But this wasn't him. He had smelled like a dump. This one smelled like an animal- wolf. No, take that back. Wolverine.
Lifting his paws as high as they could go, Vincent quietly dashed across the snowy ground. He was determined to find this new challenge and face it head-on. Before the switching, this had been Vince's territory. No one dared to go in this section of the mountains. But now he had competition.
Soon he was in sight of the carrier of the scent. The man was quite strange. His sideburns and perky hair made him look like an animal, again a Wolverine. Yes, Vin's curiosity was pricked. He laid low in a batch of shrubs and waited, his breathing as low as he dared.
Tags: Wolvie/Logan Howlett
Word Count: Calculating
Notes: Where Logan is most comfortable, eh?
Word Count: Calculating
Notes: Where Logan is most comfortable, eh?