| Blood. He smelled Blood. The dillectable smell of someone's freshly cut flesh. The crimson liquid oozing out of the wound. He loved blood. "Eat, brother." Rising Falcon said to him, his wolf body already coated in blood. His jowels already had their fill of human flesh. Soaring Eagle complied and started to eat. He hadn't eaten in a while. Not eaten the way he was supposed to; the way a Wolf Brother was supposed to. His golden eyes reflected the moonlight modestly. He felt so alive when he was free to roam, away from the two-legs. "Someone comes. We must depart, brother." Falcon said and he faded into the moonlight.
Eagle looked up from his meal and saw a two-legs staring down at him with a shocked look on her face. She screamed and ran off to get help. Eagle raised a hand to stop her but the two-legs was already gone. He looked at his own hand, and realized he was like them again, only that his mind was free but the confines of a Two-legs' body stopped him from acheiving running with the wind.
Two-legs holding clubs ran up to him and instantly began to attack him. Eagle snarled and growled then lunged at one, his claws slashing the two-legs in the face untill it was a bloody mess. He lifted his angry gold eyes up and attacked the next one, but this one sidestepped and slammed his club down into Eagle's back. He fell down and groaned.
"Again, lad? Will you na' do tha' ter people?" Said a familiar two-leg voice. It was his captor, the one called Tristan McNeil. He was a stocky two-legs, with a scarred face and scarred hands. Most of them from trying to control Eagle. "Yer friends are all waitin' for ye." He continued. Eagle knew he was lying, trying to appear the gentle father-figure. Deep down, this man was impure and cruel. He beat Eagle constantly and then locked him away from the others in his unit like a beast.
"Come along, lad. Let's go home." Tristan said and slapped a leesh on Eagle's collar. They walked back to the military HQ, a massive building where the other two-legs worked. Two-legs with metal inplants, Two-legs with metal brains, other Free Brothers which the two-legs called "C-H-" and regular Two-legs all inhabited this building.
Again, Eagle was sent into his cell with plasma bars which burnt his skin if he touched it. He howled sadly and lay down to sleep.
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